Колчан, тугая тетива, Полёт стрелы пернатой… Смертельный праздник навсегда… Смертельный праздник навсегда… 01 Soon Pryanut the bottom, Hide in the rhubarb wells. They did not want to see myself In grasses nekoshenyh , unkempt mane And scattered in the shore.
drives one Node Debt unleashed . And do not have a pen to fill At dusk gozhie Klёkot shoulder stung Soon to harness wind Harness the wind ...
carried off famously Cold away from home . Lick searched in the rocks , Exulted in dreams.