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ut of Sodom
Fear in your lucid eyes is gleaming
Like abandoned fire of our home
Shhh, we do not go away from Eden
You and I are running out of Sodom
Who would think that it is worth of staying
If he is not mad, nor drunk, nor foolish?
Did you hear? I know you heard them saying
That the city's damned though God loves Jewish.
There is wreath in vial to be poured
For the sins of past and sins of ours
None will stand the pain, no one to moan
There will rest when God will show His power
He will ruin homes, and shops and altars,
Old and blooming, cattle, birds and gardens.
We choose road as homeland ever altered,
Run away from death severe and sudden.
Sinful Sodom can't be seen from here
That's the end of wandering and worries
Gates are near, brand new life is near.
There's a sign: we're entering Gomorrah.
(Translation: Helga Tarasova)
