Всё-таки, природа сыграла с нами жестокую шутку...Она подарила нам память...

Once and then

Once again
I'm left alone
In the sorrow's
Curved claw.

And my howl
Is heard like cry
In the depths
Of northern sky.

Seems like ending,
Feels like Hell!
Who is guilty,
Will you tell?

Falling down...
Still it's flight!
Even now,
Wonder sight!

Once i felt
An Inner glow,
Now dissolving
In the flow

Of the river
And in time,
Floating shards,
That once were mine...

Dust is nearer,
Sky so high!
Blind believer...
Will he die?!

Mighty wings
Can flap no more,
Just some thing
Worth flying for!..

But no air
And no sense.
Gloom, despair,
Nothing else.

Nothing touches,
Blood is shed!
And Black Phoenix
Burned and dead...