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Kalinov Most - Fire Horse
He who remained silent in response,
Hesitated to leave at night,
Chased away the breath of days,
Felt shy due to separation, felt sad.
The wedding month bloomed,
In the whole world, we
Didn't see anyone closer.
A farewell tear rolled down.
The shutter creaked, the dog barked,
The raven cried at the gate.
On a journey from one end to the other,
The fire horse pulls at the reins.
Don't grieve, don't cry:
God willing, we'll see each other,
Wait for winged news.
As a keepsake - a hot ring.
Wherever I may be,
I will remember
Your love everywhere.
Give me time: I'll return, we'll get married.
A demon in my ribs, wind at my back.
What awaits a wanderer in the field?
Perhaps, a cheese grave,
Perhaps, glory and honor.
Only the stepmother-fate
Knows the truth in advance.
As the tracks cool in the dawn,
She will take her son under her wing.
The shutter creaked, the dog barked,
The raven cried at the gate.
On a journey from one end to the other,
The fire horse pulls at the reins.
On a journey from one end to the other,
The fire horse pulls at the reins.
He who remained silent in response,
Hesitated to leave at night,
Chased away the breath of days,
Felt shy due to separation, felt sad.
The wedding month bloomed,
In the whole world, we
Didn't see anyone closer.
A farewell tear rolled down.
The shutter creaked, the dog barked,
The raven cried at the gate.
On a journey from one end to the other,
The fire horse pulls at the reins.
Don't grieve, don't cry:
God willing, we'll see each other,
Wait for winged news.
As a keepsake - a hot ring.
Wherever I may be,
I will remember
Your love everywhere.
Give me time: I'll return, we'll get married.
A demon in my ribs, wind at my back.
What awaits a wanderer in the field?
Perhaps, a cheese grave,
Perhaps, glory and honor.
Only the stepmother-fate
Knows the truth in advance.
As the tracks cool in the dawn,
She will take her son under her wing.
The shutter creaked, the dog barked,
The raven cried at the gate.
On a journey from one end to the other,
The fire horse pulls at the reins.
On a journey from one end to the other,
The fire horse pulls at the reins.
Наше оружие - неожиданность! Неожиданность и страх, страх и неожиданность - это два наших оружия! Плюс безжалостность - три наших оружия: страх, неожиданность и безжалостность! И ещё фанатичная преданность Папе - четвёртое! Наше оружие включает в себя... наше оружие включает в себя... страх, неожиданность... я сейчас!