Текст (слова) песни: Cemetery of scream - And Just The Birds...
Elegy of silent windows of wind in the boughs of the trees of the plain of lights wrapped up in a grief The crest of roof broken`n`left walls overgrown of grass`n`wine white shrub washed down of drops of storm windows bunged with rotten boards And just the birds live here wanderers from distant hills the bringin` the breath of a space breath of unreal impetus
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