Серпень - Чёрный Тополь
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Rustling leaves at sunset,
As if the voice of centuries departed,
As if a fairy tale about the faith of the brothers
And the covenant of the fathers of the sinless.
And bark drawing black
Remembers the time of the Glorious Rules,
Time of honor, pure blood,
The time that is covered with a mystery ...

Black poplar, tell me
About the eyelids that have gone into the abyss,
Tell me about the fallen in the battle

The creak of your mighty branches,
As a reproach living now,
We could not drive the clouds
Walking from a foreign land ...
Everyone is shitting now
In the lands of the once sacred,
And the tale of Zlata is lost
Hors, who kept us right.