Sword

 It's a sword stuck in his chest
 Or is the flame of love haunting?
 Someone blew out the candle, come quickly!
 Did you know that this would happen someday?

 Walked the earth for a long time, for a long time, a thousand years,
 He lost loved ones, the sword stuck like a splinter,
 He screamed, he pleaded, but did not hear the answer,
 He walked forward, picking up someone's tears along the way.

 Heard screams and groans, in response he helped,
 He warmed the children's hands with his love,
 But ... For a thousand years, he was certainly tired,
 He did not pray, did not put a candle to the headboard.

 But now... What will happen to give him a moment?
 Even if they call, this call, what will change?
 Someone cries and prays, his cry is calling,
 Someone's pain, to rest, as always he will replace?

 It's late. The lightning is flashing and the rain keeps falling.
 And the letters have already been written down forever,
 And the hand that took this ice in droplets,
 Blue or blue? Melt?  Hardly!

 He goes so long, but there is no end of the way,
 He remembers that he survived everyone who was once dear,
 Morning, evening, afternoon, noon, dawn,
 He sits at the tombstones and counts the losses.

 But one day ... One day in the rainy dawn,
 Someone's lips blew out the candle and called,
 He came, he came like the answer of the sun,
 Though he had little hope of happiness.

 He looked at her and did not believe his eyes,
 I have already seen her in the dark past.
 There, for a thousand years, he saw her there,
 In a kingdom that I now hated passionately.

 He lived too long, but forgot everything in a moment,
 Just looked into the pool of eyes of these dear ones,
 Let the candle burn out, let the cry subside behind it.
 And the smoke of hateful centuries will go away.

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