| 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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| 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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| 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 |