| Bitter dust is on lips, sun is shining in eyes,
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| There is the quiet daybreak,
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| Is it really that love is only at sky?
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| But he knows, it is certes a fake.
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| Memoirs bursts in the heart, he forgets what is calm,
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| She like Goddess or angel was loved,
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| She gave promise to wait for until he would come,
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| As his homeland needed in guard.
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| Pilgrim,
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| Poor stranger in country of love,
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| Pilgrim,
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| Bitter poison of sorrow in blood,
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| Pilgrim,
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| And his love had became just a dream,
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| Pilgrim,
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| But it’s gonna come back into him.
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| He was on the border of lifetime and death,
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| And his brothers in battles were killed,
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| Medallion with her portrait like fortune he kept,
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| At nights of happiness dreamed.
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| But war came to an end, he returned soon at home,
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| He experienced what is a lie,
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| She had married somebody some years ago,
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| It had stabbed in heart as a knife.
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| And like casualty beast of sorrow he screamed,
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| For murder praying the God,
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| She was girl he forever dreamed,
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| She like Goddess or angel was loved. |