Оригинален текст
In the silver waters
We race each new morning
In the vegetable stream
Long live the dream
The mightiest toughman leads
Into the skeleton forest
On cold as* western wheels
The one of whom we speak:
A very hollow cheek
In the silver waters
We race each new morning
In the vegetable stream
Long live the dream
The mightiest toughman leads
Into the skeleton forest
On cold as* western wheels
The one of whom we speak:
A very hollow cheek