Silently lies the marsh in mist clothed
Only the echo of loneliness appears
When rain mist wets a yellow bed
Its dark red purple white moss and sileshar
My wandering out on the swing fly wanders
In twilight between the stripes of the shadows
From the edge forest greedy eyes stare
And watch their prey from ancient beaches
Beckoning from elevated spring dome
The sound of water that teases my thirst
And fetters me in this green-clad necropolis
Until the draft washes over my chest
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When the marsh calls my name
And seductively captures the heartbeat in its broken embrace
When the marsh's desolate voices ring
Above: a hungry raven sailing on black wings
Erosion channels have been formed by the passage of the torrent< br/>Here I am defenseless to the north wind
The wet ground hugs the bones like a merciless world
And underneath the permafrost cools< br/>Skills fall among the mire
They enter a swampy mausoleum and continue
Helped by slow erosion deep in the mud
Slowly driving the human away

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