Testi:
Cemetery Of Scream Melancholy

brain The fall is painting the trees in the colour of blood flowerbeds of fadded and dry flowers like the human beings sentenced to the eternal estrangement Cemeteries

I know the pain of insane which comes to my soul I see the streets drowned in rain the melody of sad Flag is tremblin' in my hands I'm beatin' out the

[Fragments of Leopold Staff's Poem]

Dust particles of th eempty words like left wings of the unvisible birds flowers the storm of the words'n'feelings h's like wind frail and brittle stalks

Violet fields, blooming at the nameless crime in the light of the empty screens pulsating ray short shutters of hatred ritual dance of shadow gestures

under the vault acrid teste of blood in mouth I found oneself death in the room tangled hands like shoots of vine the grimace of scream has twisted

The fall is painting the trees in the colour of blood flowerbeds of fadded and dry flowers like the human beings sentenced to the eternal estrangement Cemeteries

I know the pain of insane which comes to my soul I see the streets drowned in rain the melody of sad Flag is tremblin' in my hands I'm beatin' out the

The blue eyes full of hues and sunshine the sad mouth full of longin'n'desires the puppets of the characters took out of fables they are making endless