The Phantom Singers Melancholy

Part 2: Crimson poppies, a gesture desperately simple... They will echo yesterday's emptiness And wither, having never tasted, The aroma of that field life. And pain, and happiness – everything that is behind him Quickly passes for him. I drink destiny with a trembling hand And it's good that we are together, Another day passes, You play with my dream, I've simply become engaged to silence. No, we are one, I thought so, and still do. On the madman with his faceless dream, Wine flows like a murky river, Skirts lift in bright waves, Here the firmament meets the earth, And the white light, but not with you. It is cold here, it is frightening, it is dark. And spring has breezed so misleadingly...