The Eyes Of Kain

My father had the eyes of Kain -
I don't like eyes of killers.
I see those eyes sometimes in mine
In the lakes of Rila 

And with those eyes I punish sin
And give love with my mother's
Phylosophy is not within:
All people are my brohers.

In the beginning of the Milenium
There's nothing else to do:
You have the eyes of a Bulgarian
And Venus bows to you.

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