April of
blood
April shatters the secrets of the night, rust in the darkness, hatred of those who cried.
April covered by the exact lines of the cube of gold in the story, a song there columns of light when an actor diligent implored the star that fell with a paragliding in the past.
In the nest of the bird, a silver coin,
in the eye of the sky, the young man with the shoulders of blood.
Over the raw herbs is a time old, nails blossoms, wolves lose the shadow of the carnivorous look.
And the moon is a nest which had fallen all the months of the year, has remained April of blood in a scale.
April shatters the secrets of the night, rust in the darkness, hatred of those who cried.
April covered by the exact lines of the cube of gold in the story, a song there columns of light when an actor diligent implored the star that fell with a paragliding in the past.
In the nest of the bird, a silver coin,
in the eye of the sky, the young man with the shoulders of blood.
Over the raw herbs is a time old, nails blossoms, wolves lose the shadow of the carnivorous look.
And the moon is a nest which had fallen all the months of the year, has remained April of blood in a scale.
Aprilie de
sânge
Aprilie spulberă tainele nopții, rugina întunericului, ura celor care strigă.
Aprilie acoperit de liniile exacte ale cubului de aur din poveste, un cântec unduia coloanele de lumină când un actor harnic imploră steaua ce cobora cu o parapantă din trecut.
În cuibul păsării, o monedă de argint,
în ochiul cerului, tânărul cu umerii de sânge.
Peste ierburi crude este un timp vechi, piroanele înfloresc, lupii își pierd umbra carnivoră.
Până și luna este un cuib din care au căzut toate lunile anului, a rămas aprilie de sânge într-o coajă de calcar.
Aprilie spulberă tainele nopții, rugina întunericului, ura celor care strigă.
Aprilie acoperit de liniile exacte ale cubului de aur din poveste, un cântec unduia coloanele de lumină când un actor harnic imploră steaua ce cobora cu o parapantă din trecut.
În cuibul păsării, o monedă de argint,
în ochiul cerului, tânărul cu umerii de sânge.
Peste ierburi crude este un timp vechi, piroanele înfloresc, lupii își pierd umbra carnivoră.
Până și luna este un cuib din care au căzut toate lunile anului, a rămas aprilie de sânge într-o coajă de calcar.
April of blood
April shatters the secrets of the night, rust in the darkness, hatred of those who cried.
April covered by the exact lines of the cube of gold in the story, a song there columns of light when an actor diligent implored the star that fell with a paragliding in the past.
In the nest of the bird, a silver coin,
in the eye of the sky, the young man with the shoulders of blood.
Over the raw herbs is a time old, nails blossoms, wolves lose the shadow of the carnivorous look.
And the moon is a nest which had fallen all the months of the year, has remained April of blood in a scale.
April shatters the secrets of the night, rust in the darkness, hatred of those who cried.
April covered by the exact lines of the cube of gold in the story, a song there columns of light when an actor diligent implored the star that fell with a paragliding in the past.
In the nest of the bird, a silver coin,
in the eye of the sky, the young man with the shoulders of blood.
Over the raw herbs is a time old, nails blossoms, wolves lose the shadow of the carnivorous look.
And the moon is a nest which had fallen all the months of the year, has remained April of blood in a scale.
