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Father (part I)

Because of the forest is dark,
From the east of the far
Arrive, sulfur geese.

You sit down, sulfur geese
Mogile mounds,
On a steep grave,
To the birthmark of the priest.

Roll up, sulfur geese,
You are yellow sands,
Sulfur pebbles.
How are you, sulfur geese,
The beaks are iron
The claws are tin.

At that time and at that time
You give me a thing
Winds, winds are violent,
Passes are three great.

From the first pass
Climbing the cloud, great -
To break the grave board.

From another pass
The winds are blown away by those lush
From the face of paper
White paved.

From the third pass
A lot of frequent rain -
Rinse your face white ...
Get up, the breadwinner!

Sweep the eyebrows black
Yes, open your eyes clear.
Take the right a little one
From the heart of the retreat!

You get up, father,
On their frisks are scabbards.
You still get up
Speak like a domestic.

From steep graves
From the feeder-father
There is a bowel tethe.
She is about three steps.

You are on the first step of the step -
Yes, and it will fall from you
The dress is silent.

You go to the second step -
Yes, and it will fall from you
Your sorrow is heavy.

You are on the third step of the step -
Yes, and it will fall from you
Your deadly ambulance!