The crowd is lamenting overnThe tragic fate of victimsnDespite the fact that about the DramanOn the stage of her ensnare soulnThey are silentnnDesolate scene under the old tree's necknWaiting for justice from the stormy skynOn the dark faded picturesnAmong shards, raspberries were scatterednnOnly little stream of bloodnWas fouling porcelain mouthnA figure of the beloved in the glassy glancenThe sweetness of her facenWas absorbing crowd's attentionnnIn the darkness the troubled eyesnHave aroused true emotionsnThe knife was still warmnThe betrayed lovernWhich was scalding handnShe has thrown it straight away...nnBitter wine on their wedding daynShe'd been drinking it in lonelinessnIn the circle of whirling crowdnHoly silence instead of screamnShe had become desirous of whatnShe shouldn't have ever dreamtnnPlaying a part of a beautiful bridenWas not her destinynThe old tree's neck within the sightnTo put to death her insanitynnDesolate scenes under the old tree's necknWaiting for justice from the stormy skynOn the dark faded picturesnAmong shards, raspberries were scatterednn