Отряд Джона В Окружении - Бояре и стрельцы
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It raged in a red mantle,
It bloomed like wolfberries.
In a world of fear, dreams, and soot,
And all in the rye and over the abyss.
And the rebellious ones bowed low,
As if thin candles were melting,
And they warmed the sky with bonfires for nothing,
Ivanushka was in his thirty-third year...
And there's no need to
Look for different reasons,
Always to blame for everything are -
The boyars and the streltsy!
The bell ringing in the membranes,
Everything is trampled by the red rooster.
The cities bloom with rusty mold...
Dreams are crippled by fever!
As hand closes the circle with hand,
So a voluntary friend sends curses...
Maybe a beast sits between these lines?...
Ivanushka was going for a second term.
And there's no need to
Look for different reasons,
Always to blame for everything are -
The roads and the fools!
It's always good where our people aren't.
Where our people aren't - the trail is bewitched...
A mongrel breed on a religious procession!
Ivanushka was going on a world campaign.
And there's no need to
Look for different reasons,
Always to blame for everything are -
The boyars and the streltsy!
And there's no need to
Look for different reasons,
Always to blame for everything are -
The roads and the fools!