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The frozen wind I feared , a song of laugh and tear |
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My single son was singing the beauty of this living |
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A lament cleaved the air, the sole request of bier |
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My single son was crying, life was too short to satisfy |
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He sang and he was fighting with bevy of crow that eagerly |
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Waiting his flesh to eat , thirsty his blood to drink |
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Hit with his heavy hand the ground so hard |
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The earth that growed him, this earth will bury him |
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(CHORUS) |
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Earth in your ground I lived my first exile |
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Earth your ground watered with my bile |
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Earth your ground marked with my sign |
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And you erased it with my dying |
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Boatman accept the coin of my son and lead him to the other bank |
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And send my damn to the time, that Charon decided to take the son of mine |
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(CHORUS) |
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Earth in your ground I lived my first exile |
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Earth your ground watered with my bile |
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Earth your ground marked with my sign |
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And you erased it with my dying |
