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Leaves fly around from trees

(right in the Sen, and in Loire, and to Garronna, and wherever you want)

Autumn time has come

(Pater Noster!)

On the hiking of the Crryement, everyone was leaning

(von barons, holodrans, without pants, but in chain mail),

And they hung up the crosses

(both on the back, and on the shoulders, and on the ass, and everywhere, where it got).

My lord comes for me

(Absolutely perfect Albigo, he began to fight, he can’t fight, and cannot, and does not want),

Said, they say, you will go with them

(right tomorrow, at dawn, exactly noon, as you wake up),

Mom fainted

(straight from the balcony, down the cob coin, to the mare - it became furious),

The sister spilled Vinishche

(The servant on the face is satisfied!).

- “Friends, put on the male!

(On the balcony, as it was: up the cob coin, without mare !!!),

The servant put to sleep in the cellar ”

(let him get sleep, alcoholic ...)

And I, a young boy

(years 17, 20, 30 ...)

He went to the Holy Land

(right from the place, haywal, without pants, but with crosses).

The bride runs after me

(erysipelas kisla, like a dough),

And after her father -in -law and mother -in -law

(erysipelas, ass, but thicker) ...

I am sitting in the fortress high

(eight meters, maybe more - I'm not measured, they are looking for brave),

And to us is the master

(muzzle with crowbar, call giioma).

“Great, brothers-brushers! ...

(“Ave Mater!” - “Pater Noster!” - “Yours too!” - “Thank you all!”)

... Now the attack is shooting! ”

("Left flank, right flank, in general, in a bunch ..." - "Enough you, run alone !!!")

And now I'm running around the velvens

(on the sand, on all fours, quickly and quickly, because they will kill!),

Saracens rushes for me

(seven for eight, eight by seven, well, and erysipelas, wider than the ass, right three times, maybe more, I didn’t measure).

And I am scorched in an oasis

(let the mirage, but not visible),

And let the entot run alone

(In the desert, on the sand, to the Templars - let them cut it!).

Assassins fly through the sky

(Suddened by shit - buggy, bastards that fly ...),

They want to fall asleep us with earth

(straight down the neck, or in the ears, or even at the top of the head)

And I, a young boy

(years 17,20,30, maybe more - I do not remember)

I am lying with a severed foot

(for masking, jaw - near, eat hunting! ...)

My squire is suitable

(call Anselm, or Adelem, Ile Bertrane-I-Ik ... I don’t remember ...)

“Let's bandage you!

(Sikos in a rose, a kos on a sicke, a dirty rag, where are my footcloths here, that in the corner they stood yesterday ???)

And in a sanitary cart

(Dag!

I'll put it next to me "

(for interest - I do not mind; only from behind, with the nose to the wall, between the corpses, so as not to blow).

A lot has passed since then

(years 17, 20, 30 - forty -eight !!!)

I serve the hospitalier

(I do not go!)

The healing of the healing

(from constipation, and diarrhea, and other different ailments),

The squire guard

(From a neighbor, pervert, Templar, sodomit - seduce and will not notice!)

Raven flew to the south

(Before the Provence, maybe further, but I don’t know - they didn’t say),

Autumn time has come

(Exel-Moxel !!!)