I’m sitting here and driving mad
I’m bit concerned he is not dead
Imagine, he is falling down…
Deserted field, an awesome dawn

The brains are falling near by
In front of blue and cloudy sky
His blood is shining on the grass
As crystal red and tiny glass

Eternal piece, no any sound
Besides blood’s dropping on the ground
The birds keep silence on the tree
His soul for ever now is free…