Nitberg - Слейпниру под копыта
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Falls, fading blood
On the grass, on the grass,
Aloy dew
On bodies, on armor

Sharp from the sky gaze
By fields, on the ground
Raven - Glaziev thief
On bodies, on earth

Harvest of the rods tel
The blood of fangs became drinking
One hundred land of sons -
Mother will scream their blood

One hundred centuries,
One hundred sons,
The serifier is again
They are ready to conceive them

Pirrot of jar of harvest ting tel
For the wine of the fangs
They began not to sleep not to sleep
Do not save the sons
I pay mothers
Do not save the fathers
If memory in stable
When thoughts are sleepy
Away from the dimension
On the bolt, on the bolt
From the intrigues of bile to groan
On the bolt, on the bolt, on the bolt

Midnight the sky
I took it in full
Miriads of stars
Dotle is drinking darkness

And the Moon among them
Silver is on
Closing the path
Leaving to the bottom

Where are the diapers to them
The mother washed
And the father is palm
The kid was beating

Life by princip
Where was love
What shines with a star
Like Jesus Christ

Mother walks in the field
Like all in business
Glazonki will be blind
In pity tears ...