I picked up two swords and shouted forward,
I twisted the two swords as soon as they could.
And the steeper the two swords, the last of all the forces,
And twirl and twirl, stop can't.
I fight, I fight, and twist and twirl,
And ruble I spur of the moment, and picked up the two swords.
Stand here and look, I lifted up my eyes,
And picked up the two swords, and I again ruble.
From the last of all the forces, ruble as I can,
As taught me not to be afraid of with a scythe.
I lifted up my eyes, you forgive the Holy,
We break the wood, I screamed and growled.
If ate me, and I knew that in battle,
Russ, we can't leave!
Chirik V.V. CENTURIES g 11:10