- cifra
Midnight has spread out
Call of owl breaks silence
And sobs of a shape dressed in white
Crying woman
Voice desperate sorrow
She is rinsing her pain with blood
Crying woman
She gave him love and her virginity
He left her bared
Leaving empty nights behind
Crying woman
Crying woman
She pell to his knees
See "You have two children"
We shouted: "Go away"
Crying woman
Madwoman rushes along the streets
Her dress is stained with blood
Her weeping will wake us up
Till the end of the system of those things
This mother, mother will be colling
Her children, children killed at night
My children are unhappy
