The crowd is lamenting over The tragic fates 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 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 scene under the old tree's neck Waiting for justice from the stormy sky On the dark faded pictures Among shards, raspberries were scattered