Монгол Шуудан - Горька - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Eh, fate, in the heart of the wound. He lifted into the night, giving white light. Under the banners of the chieftain, I came to keep an answer. The black smoke enveloped Garya, drank tears and rushed off. The bayonet struck his chest under my heart, and struck with a longing. Pepyev: My life is gloomy, my bitter life. Message threatens me half -naked. I will get to you. Milk with a grand scale of kositsy loved ones and relatives. Hems of braids will ask the soul, he will wait for the subsidies. The all -shock wind breaks the steel of the blade into two streams. Tyo gently yells into pieces. The trace of the threat in the rains is to die. There is some kind of tornado. Fucking, shine to the blades. Pules will meet his wound, rush to his gods into the distance