Sedna in my crown, breech in reliable defense,
Late night Grey Voroniy Bedit's heart,
Ancient poplar leaf drops - as if the soul is touched by a finger,
And the soul in the answer groaned, says: "Stand! Go .."
I am a king on a slippery throne, on Weddlenia - strangers,
The death of lovers in Verona, pain in the empty breast,
Ringing coins on palm, hole in an old bidon, degheper in Kalidon - in the field I am alone
I am alone, no warrior, I expire to Wolchish,
There were me at least two ... God, mercy!
Give me to hide with your head, become a grass, become a foliage,
Palo, yellow foliage, silver Gardin,
Give a green hand to a handful of eternal peace
The smell of sluggish lean, lace Gardin,
Glitter Zabrynar over the River - It will be hard, whether it is easy,
Anyway, the needle is a lean, the pain will reveal,
Burns, raise at midnight, paying to help -
The path is neither with a heart nor the touch in defect!
Li, somewhere, young, old, alone or a pack,
Again life overflow, slave and lord,
I plunge into the fire of rhystalism, wept the patterned steel,
I will dry by Spring Castal, strict and notice -
Cough, pain, crunch joints, waiting for fatigue on the threshold,
"Get up!" - I will not stand. "Get up!" - I will not stand.
"Get up!" - I get up. "Go ..."