Вино из одуванчиков

Shh... let me tell you a little story,
About a girl and her lovely boy,
Vendetta was their lifelong curse
Echoing through the gunfire, the bloodbath, the last bullets they left behind...
Or, one rainy morning,
Unstoppable and rebellious, they choke on their own freedom,
Running away from these silly cops,
Still warm bodies became iron cages
Of the bullets and the wounds of those who never loved...
Under the shimmering moonlight,
Lying on the dusty old highway,
She only whispered, for to the deadly silence he could only listen...

"Save our souls".