Only death around
Skeletons are wrangling bones
In Deserted parvis
Happy Roger is knocking teeth
Only pair of little
White birds
Cuddled one to another
Poor fellow!
They are the last hope for life
And for salvation.
In a heart of the discord
Noone can save the love.
Even they, whom are going together
Among the chaos and among the death.
They had lost theirselves
When they had protected each other.
they was two last alive souls
who perished by pain from without.