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At the lonely dawn of creation of the earth

Formed a colorless blank, untouched world

The disciples of creator, who were born giants of colors

Grabbing a brush, these huge giants painted

The sky over your head

Sometimes with blood, sometimes with lust

The disciples of creator, who were born giants of colors

We, we shall fall and be

Crushed in the abyss below

To made an everlasting mark

We shall fall and be crushed

In the abyss below