Disclaim the evil, sorrows, and prison gates

Disclaim the evil, sorrows, and prison gates
So it can happen to anyone, not to you
Just dare not to refuse to hear the trumpet,
That native inherited fights signal tune

All of your arguments crush like the snail under foot –
See your forge cooling down in the mountain wind ahead
No matter that we are the legatees of bequest no-good
And the walls of the fortress defense are close to bad
Is there anything worse to fear? Gods hand above?
So calm and revive – all ghosts are just raven cries
All that`s full of life is not afraid of the dead –
Backwards, spirits and fireflies whirl around the warming light
And ironstone can be touched only with warm and mortal hand

Translation from ukrainian into english by Drago UA

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