While the sun starts high The heat burns the head

I see the dead Among the piles of garbage Her neck was bloody frozen Former opponent's knife last night

Behind the market near the terminal That morning people crowded See the rotting corpses Close the nose occasionally spit I see people crying Interrupted in rowdy atmosphere Immediately I approached
Wondering I told him

Apparently the dead friend Hero's friend lives up to the same degree Only stories passed He both tie the straps While the sun starts high The heat burns the head The rest of the blood of the dead Keep it in the heart Then he's like a rock Until the night Until it's all gone