From year to year they shoot, hunt, trawl from the seaFor fun, for fun, they scream like wolves and thievesSunset, the sun is tired of sitting in the sunsetsThere are three of them, two with zero, freely, honestlyThe breathless wolf is waiting for the verdictIn my opinion, it is not worth it, the skin of the skin is brightYes, and there are enough holes in the throat from the bloodOn horses, we will leave, we will please the ravensSoon we will catch up with the flock and shoot everyoneThey left, when the steps were not heardHe opened his eyelids, a little around the soulHe inhaled the smell of gunpowder from herThe wind blew, recalling the threats of the hunterI have to live, I need to warnMy brothers, they can be killed, there is no time to be boredI will crawl as long as I have enough strength and willI believe, I will have time, but there is too much blood in the lossI believe, I will have time, but there is too much blood in the lossI believe, I will have time, but there is too much blood in the lossThere is no sound here for weeks, and now the shotsLai ulyulyukanye, fuka me, grass in all directionsThe forester, close the barn, foxes, wolves, birds, quails, ravensHere they are, the game is collected, behind them the cliche is ***They went to paint their walls with skinsLike buried, the forester slaps with his eyesUnder the threshold, a wolf with bloody stainsHis head hung down, tiredThe man picked it up, it seemed that the breath got upBut he will survive, he was fed with herbsPlus, a drunk bazaar, a hangover and a scapegoatSewn wounds, healed scarsOintment, infusions, flasks, scales, gramsFood to the grave, he will be gratefulBut karma calls to the forest, the devil is a scapegoatIt's not for nothing that my second life is given to meI will give the day to the savior, as I shouldI must, I deserve my serviceYou are not the son of kindness, not all people are vileI am drawn to the roots, no matter how much you feed meBaby, there is no peace at war, we are freeWe sing the sick and pray in the downpourFull moons, all nights, for us every timeIn the morning, in the afternoon, we catch the rays with our earsWith our tongues, with our eyelids, we crown the streamsAnd with our feet we trample the calf trailsThere is no freedom in the soul, we were breathed by the warriorsUnderstand, it's time for me to moveTo create, to hear the voice of troubleAnd remember, Savior, from now on we are blood