Tekst:
Cemetery Of Scream Melancholy

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

the nyth of power thorn of rose hurts your hand too weak to beat the soulless stuff the gloom of soul and the sea of destiny melancholy of the silent

[Fragments of Leopold Staff's poem]

And when sky will burn by fire of purple and the earth will tremble under my feet I won't tell anything I will fly high driven on the angel winds or

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

Elegy of silent windows of wind in the boughs of the trees of the plain of lights wrapped up in a grief The crest of roof broken'n'left walls overgrown