Under the sky of black,
And the earth of black —
There are people of same, sons of darkness…
Black blood in those people,
But they search for the love.
Those love, that can save from a grief,
That can turn their black days into colour…
Have no time for the life such a people,
So, as they never could love…
Such a kind has their only a spite,
That in souls of black lived forever…
Under the sky of black,
And the earth of black —
There are people of same, just like us…
People of black, «There will be no second chance», S. Tsormudyan.