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Perhaps the wind itself from old myth sweped the dust away, In a sleep of a beauty frigg caused the fear. Ah worried, worried is Balde's mother, So worried, that even the death takes a pity on him. I saw the meadow full of faces, Faces full of child's smile. Their eyes lived for the joy And the death was only dream. But the grief dimmed my eyes by blood And the time blew the horrifying day. And I for this beauty, Now in recollections mourn only. Bitter thorn is the joy of other. Innocence of blind eyes of brother Starkles in cruel trap of envy, Which like treacherous rose Lacerates the white palm, So as under the veil of sweet smell Sees the fright of pain In his eyes. And the death like swan's neck Flew toward the end of his life. Letras de cancionesVindictive, but full of tears Is malice of mother, Which by death of dearest Is drowning in agony of grief. Crowning by bottomless nostalgia, Helplessly seeks in the eyes of death The forgiveness, but it was fated her To be destitute further. When the envy wakes up the pain And the innocence is betrothed with baseness, Then by sorrow mourns even the death And the life parts with the joy. I saw the meadow full of faces, Faces full of child's smile. Their eyes lived for the joy And the death was only dream. But the grief dimmed my eyes by blood And the time blew the horrifying day. And I for this beauty, Now in recollections mourn only. From Letras Mania