Крамола - Про замерзшие деревья
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The wind does not subside inside me
My grace laughs and die
The evening descends on his head.
And the true heavenly army is atrocious

Would give free rein to the bayonets to win
There is no one to give
And I want to live and without a goal without meaning
Eternal soldier and just as fast

Abandon the dead God and faith
Kill everything that cries about himself
Refuse the name of the homeland measures
Without first go to the parallel

So let the lanterns go out
And there will be a darkness for us a pitch sun
And in the open spaces freely froze
Great infinitely white trees