22 lines
691 B
Plaintext
22 lines
691 B
Plaintext
Next, friends
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Gloomy forest stands around the wall;
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It is worth thinking and waiting.
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Only a whirlwind in his chest vzrevot times: | 2
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Next, my friends, come on, come on, come on. | times
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In deep mines metal ring,
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Stone gold flows.
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There's a prisoner of a hammer on a stone hits, - | 2
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Next, my friends, come on, come on, come on. | times
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Dry up the blood in his chest golden,
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Iron rusty groan will stand.
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But deep in the bowels of the earth sings: | 2
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Next, my friends, come on, come on, come on. | times
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Who lives in an unequal battle, spares,
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With the courage of the goal who goes,
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Let him know: his blood trail breaks, - | 2
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Next, my friends, come on, come on, come on. | 1970 times |