Hey, gods of the Sun, give Light a little!
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We are the sons of the earth, ready to meet Old Age!
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On the shoulders of fatigue, hairstyle "from scratch" -
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Boys age early, but there is a price!
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Hey, gods of the Sun, give Light a little!
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We are the sons of the earth, ready to meet Old Age!
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On the shoulders of fatigue, hairstyle "from scratch" -
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Boys age early, but there is a price!
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Boys age early, strange!
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The properties of Silver are not to blacken the main thing,
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Equal to the spiritual, minus to the false,
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Squared, truth given to the strong!
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What is it for me? |
Forever "from scratch" my hairstyle
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It is called in its own way - "rest hairbrush"!
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You are my Tessa by the number of wrinkles,
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Scars adorn men for life!
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I'm not the only one here, young in years,
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And in the eyes, I know for sure - old,
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I honor the flock, not a dog, no, I don’t bark,
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Against Hell I fight tribute returning to Paradise,
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I live on the run along the edge, on the go I knock down,
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In my gray wolves I do not have a soul,
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I answer for the above "without bae"!
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Why do we age early, now I understand.
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Hey, gods of the Sun, give Light a little!
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We are the sons of the earth, ready to meet Old Age!
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On the shoulders of fatigue, hairstyle "from scratch" -
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Boys age early, but there is a price!
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Hey, gods of the Sun, give Light a little!
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We are the sons of the earth, ready to meet Old Age!
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On the shoulders of fatigue, hairstyle "from scratch" -
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Boys age early, but there is a price!
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Boys get old early, that's right,
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And no one will change anything
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Time, like a cigarette, smolders irreversibly,
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He has power over everything, spares no one,
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Only blood oaths do not rust
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Brothers to each other, even when far away
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They remember them, they root for their souls
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In battle, we grow up early to the end, I do not deny it!
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Facial features, yes, there is something in common,
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Sinful souls, fatherlessness, -
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The wicked sometimes say to me:
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Well, what do you need in life? |
Will wedge leaves!
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A wedge across the sky, in the open field of the flock
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We never abandon those who are left behind.
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Like pilgrims to holy places
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Eternal wanderings in search of knowledge,
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Test of time, moment of short dates
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Share to live the thrown seed,
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Lines of fate, wounds, scratches
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Scars are like a reminder to us - be careful!
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Hey, gods of the Sun, give Light a little!
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We are the sons of the earth, ready to meet Old Age!
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On the shoulders of fatigue, hairstyle "from scratch" -
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Boys age early, but there is a price!
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Hey, gods of the Sun, give Light a little!
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We are the sons of the earth, ready to meet Old Age!
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On the shoulders of fatigue, hairstyle "from scratch" -
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Boys age early, but there is a price! |