jay :
Dark night, only bullets whistle on the' steppe Only winding the wires, dim stars flicker Dark nights my beloved I know you can't sleep And at the nursery bed secretly you wipe on the left Kakahochukny I love the depth of your affectionate eyes with my lips The dark night divides, my beloved, us And the anxious black steppe lay between the mothers I believe in you, in my dear friend My dear friend This faith from the bullet kept me happy for a dark night, I am calm B. I know, you will meet love of me, that I am not afraid of my soul, that I am not afraid of my soul, that I am not afraid of my soul. Death is not terrible, it was met more than once we in the stool of the VoT and now it circles over me You are waiting for me, and you sleep at the crib and therefore, I know, nothing happened to me.
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