The crowd is lamenting over

The tragic fate of victims

Despite the fact that about the Drama

On the stage of her ensnare soul

They are silent



Desolate scene under the old tree's neck

Waiting for justice from the stormy sky

On the dark faded pictures

Among shards, raspberries were scattered



Only little stream of blood

Was fouling porcelain mouth

A figure of the beloved in the glassy glance

The sweetness of her face

Was absorbing crowd's attention



In the darkness the troubled eyes

Have aroused true emotions

The knife was still warm

The betrayed lover

Which was scalding hand

She has thrown it straight away...



Bitter wine on their wedding day

She'd been drinking it in loneliness

In the circle of whirling crowd

Holy silence instead of scream

She had become desirous of what

She shouldn't have ever dreamt



Playing a part of a beautiful bride

Was not her destiny

The old tree's neck within the sight

To put to death her insanity



Desolate scenes under the old tree's neck

Waiting for justice from the stormy sky

On the dark faded pictures

Among shards, raspberries were scattered