Far from here, a house forsaken on lands of yesterday
the silence of the night has crept in
as weeping of the women, as thoughts of solitude
as sadness and as grief
In a dim deserted room a token left on the table
a talisman, a hairbrush from his father
oozing from the shaft a stream of bitter sap
dripping scarlet flow, so slow
They know it to be an emblem of death
a sign of destruction
they recognize the end of a friend
the agony of a man and son
they look at brush, remember the black hair
they weep the bitter sap
Oozing from the shaft a stream of bitter sap
dripping scarlet flow, so slow
bristles weeping wet, into a pool of red
Man made the cars to take us over the road
Man made the train to carry the heavy load
Man made electric light to take us out of the dark
Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark
Man thinks about our little bitty baby girls and our baby boys
Oi jau cia turetu padirbeti viesuju rysiu specialistai.welcome to XXI century Negi nesimato kad rusai iki mano amziaus megsta vakarietiska kultura.ta pati muzika filmai drabuziai keliones.jiems priklauso ateitis te seniai pasilaidoja po tankais o ne jie