Race to run out run, but keep your feet,
That the gods and the prophets might preach,
To the trouble, and the victory over the years
Picked up cheerfully
After all, grandfathers years before us,
Unreal many times
We were saved and fell in blood and pain
Whether we are cut, or already to the pain,
A familiar picture, where one could plainly,
Long before this moment under the ceiling,
To become white gray, not to wait for your time,
Do not shit in the soul, and in the soul extinguished to sleep,
Send army and infantry far and long
But how to become so, because a lot is missing,
My time and hits it hurts on the crown,
But such layouts in the crown,
Lanes, lanes and street crossings,
It was raised to the top of a lot of people
In the blitz style, the end is near,
Where the encore is not the end,
And I finally got my way,
I do not need anything except my turnip ....
So that we live quite peacefully
We need to be worthy in any situation,
Vesti, but whatever one may say, eerily,
Tired already and it seems sometimes in the chest,
In my opinion nothing is beating
After all, even then what is used is not always given .....