From the blazing school slid ominous shadows ,
Automaton spittle hit by my friend, that more than a brother ,
And in response to our bullets flew furiously in pursuit ,
And spooks darted to where vines .
Grape - Blood of the Earth ,
He particle peasant sweat.
Amber gold you hang down almost face.
But try privstan - through vines invisible someone
Instantly would cut through a bunch of smashing dotted lead.
They are not to be missed , crawling, only it were not too late!
From the heady bushes dushmans no turning back !
Hot sizzling barrel parted bunches
Forgive me this pain , patience , dear grapes !
Grapes, Blood of the Earth ,
He particle peasant sweat ,
Amber gold you hang down almost a person ,
But try privstan - through vines invisible someone
Instantly would cut through a bunch of smashing dotted lead.
And less and less flicker turban , and less likely to shoot ,
And not strewed with the heads of ripe grapes copper.
After all, at all times rabid enemies killed,
That children do not cry in the night , and schools do not burn!
Grapes, Blood of the Earth ,
Mixed with the soldiers' blood,
Amber gold you hang down almost face.
I wake up tired , clearly knowing someone invisible
Not respond through bunches smashing dotted lead ...
