Hush... Strings are weeping silently...
Like... They are singing a lullaby...
This... Plain without a single tree
Will open to take a child...
Her embrace was not enough
To save his soul... All alone...
And she came with the swan song on her lips...
Evening breeze was listening...
"Lacrimosa", she said: "Cry upon my fate..."
"Lacrimosa"
Dola je sestra Jelena,
Dovela brata ranjena,
Da trai s mora doktora,
Bratu rane da vida.
Boga ti, s mora doktore,
ta ti se èini od rana?
Boga mi, sestro Jeleno,
Pripremi bratu to nema
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