A river flows so wide and deep
Not from mountains nor from woods
But from ancient times
And its water isn't sweet
But so salty and consists
Of intertwined bloodlines
The mighty river is so strange
Only Gods know where
Its beginning is
Purple water doesn't splash
Every line is talking loud
By many voices
Not on the ground
And nor under it
Inside of you!
Flow, my mighty river
From ancient times
I hear those voices
With forgotten words
Deep inside my veins
When a close my eyes
I hear the neighing of horses
I hear the clash of swords
On the red shores
An endless crowd is standing
Sea of eyes
Is silently looking at me
There is an only gap among them
That place is mine