There will come an awful time ... Your Eyes in the Sky
will be covered, my friend, fog eternal night,
Eternal silence of your mouth somknet,
Thou shalt forever you in those dark places,
Where your ancestors pochiyut power Hladna.
But I, until then your fan cheerless,
The abode sad I'll go for you
And I will sit near you, sad and dumb,
Do your lovely legs - currently on their knee
Fold - and wait ... but what is sad?
To the power of dream my
