Morituri te salutant

The road is dust
and gravel
and trampled clay
and draws gray smears
into your hair
and from star tracks
it has got a jewel
which is raised by stone
And feathers of desire
Of Pegass wings...

The road is whip
Its bad
Like street lady
It´s got labels in its hands
and tinfoil on its belt
and from its eyes lust is shining
while its throwing into unknown
two fragile sprigs
of crimson gladiols

Sergeant the sand is white
Like arms of Daniela (thats name,you can not translate it)
Please wait a while
My eyes saw
that ancient
moment of abandoning
Sergeant! Wave (noun,not water wave...wave for attack)
and we´ll be consecrated
Morituri te salutant (Sentenced to death salute you...its from latin)
Morituri te salutant...

Trought that bad road
I went
where on the ground is shaking
and sand is whirling
the pigeons wing...
and march played to me
the sound of guns
which contains peace moment...
and picks up fluff
which it´s going to kill...

The road is burnt dust
and trampled clay
Brass bee from werewolf
Rusty gun
-my brother
and one hundred years old soil
and awful great
white clouds

Sergeant the sand is white
Like arms of Daniela
Please wait a while
My eyes saw
that ancient
moment of abandoning
Sergeant! Wave
and we´ll be consecrated
Morituri te salutant
Morituri te salutant...