Requiem
They have prepared a silk shroud for you, my dear.
They will give their best just to make you leave this world.
To trample your name, to erase you from our memory.
To compress your history of a thousand and more years into their historical holes of the dark abysses.
Is it possible, my dear, that they steal our kingdoms, our national attire, our songs, our lullabies, our fairy tales, our wise men and poets?
They want to replace our living heroes with some imaginary characters and their legends. Our heroes are alive, the flesh and blood from the stories told for centuries by the flickering fire in the night.
Our sword blades and military honor they dirty with their legends. The word freedom they heard from us.
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Requiem
They have prepared a silk shroud for you, my dear.
They will give their best just to make you leave this world.
To trample your name, to erase you from our memory.
To compress your history of a thousand and more years into their historical holes of the dark abysses.
Is it possible, my dear, that they steal our kingdoms, our national attire, our songs, our lullabies, our fairy tales, our wise men and poets?
They want to replace our living heroes with some imaginary characters and their legends. Our heroes are alive, the flesh and blood from the stories told for centuries by the flickering fire in the night.
Our sword blades and military honor they dirty with their legends. The word freedom they heard from us.
......