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- Loading has occurred in the ground to pulp of a decay
On a devastation of heart send away few minutes
There was I in oblivion people of the storming sea
Became a part of system and a part of a planet as a whole
To close the person a mask, to be dissolved in crowd
To get the automatic device and to not count new parishioners of a mortuary
Sons of the ground, children of the sky, employees of system
That system which has made me a gear
Burn, flare
Despair and heat
Die, suffer
Fear and fear away from eyes
The soldier's pain will not cease in the course of time and I shall press as always on cocking piece
I lost for the country of friends and native, now the screw is twirled, to kill all and in rear
Bullets fly opening the way in the world dead
Not only that of whom has not noted a decay their god
I shall be forgotten through time empty
Pressing of a finger, explosion, my last flight
The screw is twirled, bearings turn to me it is pleasant
Ideas on a platoon and a carbine too, someone today will die
The fresh dug tombs sing to me songs and ask
When I shall present them of a body? They so a long time ask