Текст песни А. - былина

Yesterday in the evening I powered
The city fenced the city with a pile
Glazunia stared, frying a fire
The pleasure of the crushing trembling
Then when people observe
laws of prisoners in the land mill
Spirits strangle with spiritual poverty
Hands of hooks row the coffins
Mel Meltes, mentioned mercy
An ancient tree of creaky-stroke
hernia red pus is oppressed
The sleepy sun dries souls
Ruby scar scratches the skull
The box of the bark is firing orbit
sugar sugar gourmet gourmet
White Bella of a thick emptiness
Gentiles of the language, Yarila Yar
They bowed to the belt with clear heads
Silk Chalias Wing Covered
braids led to the mowing
Pearls desired hair voted
The links rang - shackles for the eye
Lanites at Lani Trum Rumyantz
Well done say, he advised the boat
the faith of the rope cuts
The waves excite the salty sun
bosses on the vessel, the vessels are judged
night powers time and seed
Forty -forty, thieves and raven
The seventh was sown in the sowing network
Damn black blackers
The throat of Orlovo yelled
pecked with beak, with a key and cool
mass Mesh, Messiah and month
Conscience sowed the advice
Singing blue, sonnets and dogs
Tila, lied, rotated, roared
Keep the wound like temples and drama
jerk
jumping, vices and lines
and thirty -three damned silver in the sweaty palm of Judas
So the wind said