It will come again and exhausted to the ground
It will come again to the man whom cursed
Through the tortured soul in darkness will take
All withering ashes
She did not respond to the cry
She did not respond to noise
All that is her
It extracts horrific thoughts
Nothing will stop its rapid progress
Nothing will stop her sparkling waters
With greedy malice enough
And in the summer is soon
She did not receive forgiveness for all the damned
She did not receive remission of taking the life of the century
No one was let without permission
Its creator, God, creator
She has no name nor pity, as it did not seem to view
She has no name nor pity it has hurt the river
No one knows exactly when and for whom
She poked fun comes
It is just different but no one lucky
It is just different and it has the opposite
Everyone had figured that my speech about the death is
Figuratively speaking of eternity, and not vice versa.
That's all I hear a knock at the door
That's all come and see my oscular day
Enveloped in their shadows as in the chain
There is no escape from them
I say goodbye to all
And my last breath ceased ..