Accord on the bell

Broken rain, poured over my body I went out for a while, a joke now lies lifeless in the field but he was so close to home. ... I decided I had to walk, though it was scary at night. I put on my new black shirt I crashed out through the front door. My day was so tense I lost my job, my wife left I got up slightly in the car after two hundred meters a tree stopped me. Crawling I returned to my house I lit the lamp, looked around, I was alone misfortune, was so slow the soul - my last temple. ... There was a shadow in the darkness. I stopped, looked at the man. He was approaching me with a slow pace, holding a blade in his hand. Pot swept all over my body, I somehow expected this destiny. I turned and started to walk away. I was like a dog in the back. The man went away, his face did not see him. He did not even treat me! He was drunk or an angel heard my prayers for death ... For a long time in my village I wake up in the morning with the bell music announcing tribulation to the sorrow. The fear of this sound for a long time he tortured me every day. My eyes close and weak I hear my song in the distance.

Accord on the bell ... My soul is crying. Or bury, perhaps a memory of yesterday. At the funeral, except for a black headscarf, there is no one.