Slava Mask - Узник
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I am sitting behind bars in dungeon raw
The young eagle navel
My sad comrade waving a wing
Bloody food pecks under the window
I am sitting behind bars in dungeon raw
The young eagle navel
My sad comrade waving a wing
Bloody food pecks under the window
Pecks and throws and looks out the window
As if I had conceived one
Calls me a look and cry with his
And he wants to utter, let's fly away
We are free birds; It's time for brother it's time
Where the mountain is white
Where the sea edges turn blue
Where we walk only the wind ... yes I