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Grey, pale essence is falling to pieces in front of my eyes The majestic trees uncovering their bodies Stretching hands towards the merciless sky of dark Òàì âúâ ìðàêà ãàðâàíè ÷åðíè Øåìåòíî êðúæàõà â íàäãðîáåí îáðåä... /There in the dark are flying black crows Performing heady funeral ritual/ Spells uproar deadly silence Wind is dancing alone in the tangle of woods Withered flowers whisper my name, whisper my name... Ìîëÿò çà æèâîò, ïëà÷àò, íå çíàÿò ×å âúâ ÷åðíî ñà òîëêîç êðàñèâè... /Praying for life, moaning but they don't know How beautiful they are in these black garments/ The Sun has just gone down the silent calm lake And the Dark called for the mournful Moon My heart is bound in melancholy forever lost in the wood Within the deserted gloomy soul of Fall From Letras Mania