Граф Орлов
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Black and yellow on the road, commotion in the villages
He grabbed one by the hair and dragged her into the shed.
We'll spend a wild night and be left without strength
You won't recognize who cut down your husband in battle.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers