Beat lead downpours, To us prophesy a trouble, We have charged shoulders Both war and need. Civil war rumbles From it is dark to it is dark It is a lot of in the field of footpaths Only truth one. And over steppe ominous The raven let doesn't turn We after all the whole eternity We are going to live If again over the world will burst a thunder The sky will flash fire You to us only whisper We to the aid will come
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