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If you liked it, please support the author with a like and a subscription (or even a repost). * * * * When for the first time there was a smell of fire beyond the fog He stood beyond the outskirts and saw his house Potatoes in the garden and a meadow by the river He wiped away a tear and clenched his fists He placed a machine gun in the high attic And wrote in his diary: "No one will enter here" Let's meet at the place where his house was Where the grass is tall above the charcoal And bury our joy in this black coal Where the last man on Earth died The Reds came and stained the sunset The Whites came and lay down like snow Blue, like waves, rolled back - And all this was done by one man Praying under the roof to his gods Praying under the roof to his gods Praying But the night raised its black banner over the tower Its true cross, its authentic flag Three armies gathered for reprisal in the night Three black beginnings, three devilish dreams Three black beginnings of three hellish rivers What could one man do with them? Let us meet where his home was Where the grass is high above the charcoal And bury our joy in that black coal Where the last man on Earth died The red came and stained the sunset The white came and lay like snow The blue, like waves, rolled back - And all this was done by one man Praying under the roof to his gods Praying under the roof to his gods Praying under the roof to his gods