The Swallow by Vivita

There's nothing to say
Grey clouds overhead
Useless to pray
My hope is almost dead

I can not breathe
I just whisper "Why"
I must not leave
For one step and I'll die

You hear the cries of the bells
Feel the cold gravestone
It won't quiet the yells
Of those who have gone

The wind shakes the willows
Look at the cross
Here sits a swallow
Here are my bones

Just read my name
And touch the cold ground
I'm glad you came
We'll meet again, no doubt

• Country
• vivita
• Moscow