A Call From The Grave

On a bench in front of the house merry company
 We talked about her, but suddenly attracted the attention
 Cotton like icicles fell from the roof
 A man lying in a pool of blood and not breathing

 Embossed brains flowed scarlet blot in the snow
 Shocked girl ran after her mother
 All in tears and hysterics told what happened
 His father's face on the ice as the glass breaks

 The mother ran out of the apartment in a bathrobe in horror
 The lifeless body of her husband lying in a pool of blood
 Sobbing, she ran like a child to her husband
 Not wanting to believe that he's dead, he took my hand

 She was on her knees, saying: Come back
 Clenching his bloodied broken wrist
 Weighed on the heart in the chest, so pounding
 Suddenly heavily stabbed and Skipped

 She fell with her husband, daughter froze in fear
 Eyes mother looked at her like an executioner on the scaffold
 Reason revived the hope of saving even mom
 Calling an ambulance and with trembling hands, looking for the wound

 The girl desperately fumbled in raspberry slush
 Roaring, I thought that if they lived below
 Then, perhaps, my father survived after falling
 And I drove to the restaurant in honor of her birthday

 At the heart of sadness, grief unbearable
 It makes alien air, an irresistible craving
 Grave sand calls whisper wind
 Easy to death just a couple of meters

 And now lies lifeless piece of meat
 And be saved from the death of his sacred robe
 He served God and the soul was no sin
 From shattered skull flows porridge brain

 Ambulance was traveling slowly and late
 My parents died before, but she did not know
 Medics downloaded woman on a stretcher
 Following a man with a brain crack

 The black cadaver bags left two
 Residents chipped in two wooden coffins
 Adults in evening dress at a funeral
 And the bitter taste of death on the cold lips

 Long speeches and baby crying touched neighbor
 And she decided to adopt poor Babe
 Issued guardianship and apartment sold
 I went somewhere, and gave the girl in an orphanage

 The shelter after a year of her two boys fucked
 Now, vomits, recalling how their members smelled
 Growing up with grief she put the bottle
 Nobody saw a smile on her face

 Past pursued everywhere like a shadow
 It has become such a beautiful target for men
 From the darkness has blinded bright car headlights
 Squealed tires scream drowned out the bounce

 At the heart of sadness, grief unbearable
 It makes alien air, an irresistible craving
 Grave sand calls whisper wind
 Easy to death just a couple of meters