Confessional of the Black Penitent

Early morning, happens, I'm going out To gently hug the birch tree I'd want to ask the Sun Why the fuck I deserved this? Why, The Sun, are you shining? We're in deepwoods Have you nothing to say, speachless? There is no single soul around me Maybe you can tell me something? Peer better in the ruins, deeper Not by the good, look So after all, people are inessential You're indifferent for our grief! The Sun still shining and whists The Sun can't hear the prayer's squeak It only burns with light of vengeance But we are heard well by The Darkness (O, the burden of time, I know: The Light has no end and egde! But through the channels of dried up rivers One can see, everyone has own age Yesterday - the river, tomorrow - the steppe And a bit later - the forest deep Trees will become a deadfall And then again, and one more time Oh, if only everyone could get That deadfall is needed That happiness can be different But hell no, let The Sun shine! To be a good mother, father Let in the child in father's home Guard him from cold, here's light and warmth But you should drive him away Here's scream and howl, the fathers moans Roar of the argue of thousand voices The Sun shines madly On the cryptic soul's rush (O, the burden of time, I know: The Light has no end and egde! But through the channels of dried up rivers One can see, everyone has own age Only when you feel the time's pain Throwing out the treasure of light's gold The skies will break the moon's bell The Sun will set behind the hill Winter day, or summer day The only thing you want to see is shadow Which hides the howling of the local village The silent scream, noise, someone's cry Only when you feel the time's pain Throwing out the treasure of light's gold The skies will break the moon's bell The Sun will set behind the hill Wake up, people - not always light is good Not all the saint in it's existence Not all the happiness in deity But anyway, you'll never learn