И прям большого отчёта не жди те пока (он получился бы слишком большим).
А будет текст новой песенки на аглицком, с пылу-жару.

I
you tell me, |dear brother, |that I have become |a slight shade of myself.
you tell me, |I'm fading, |but truth is |I'm dead

now should you not |leave the graveyard |and run for life, |restore all your ways?
find someone |to cleave unto, |but you stay by my side |instead
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II
you beg me, |dear brother, |to sing you a song |of the happiness gone
you dance around |and ask me |to stop dissembling -|in vain

the words stuck |in my throat |they'll never be free, |they only torment and burn
the dreams caught |in my eyes - |they bring no relief, |just pain
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III
your candid gifts |I return t'you |I've cherish them yet |they're no use where I dwell
I release you |from this burden |to stick to the dead |farewell -

chorus
deep inside (oh) you know fate is divine
stop your moarning, dance with me brother of mine
by the break of dawn
let your grief be gone

deep inside you know that the time has come
be tranquil, let me with my barathrum
onward from despair
I will see you there