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Glory fathers - just Peninsula coals
Sons winds fanning wins
Or hot madness of his own blood
They poured in legends are not squeezed his mark .

First childish fright bloody steel
In fear obmochenny negeroyskom kilt in battle,
Flies on a corpse - you are with him in the morning chatting,
Night with no end in infected chumoyu edge.

There are always two faces of Fame and two articles
Do not know what it will turn :
That will spoil the Mass after the crucifixion ,
Then enters without knocking , and with it - the war .
Give us the strength , Lord , select grain from the chaff !

Glory - only memory word and threatening soldiers ,
Just would not feel thirst kills
attraction
Just to remember what friends were dying ,
Only to understand , whose victory and whose defeat.

There are always two faces of Fame and two articles
Do not know what it will turn :
That will spoil the Mass after the crucifixion ,
Then enters without knocking , and with it - the war .
Give us the strength , Lord , select grain from the chaff !