Граф Орлов
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The enemy wavered, the enemy cried out
Yvain struck with his sword so
That in the brain the sword was as if in dough
The forehead is split along with the helmet
Brain on the armor, like mud
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers