| aleksandr marshal, who me? In disputes about the will meekly endured the lash, Gave vain oath of scrip and prisons, Those who knew the gold and unaccustomed to the copper Who are we? Who are we? Who are we? Falsehood and flattery prevailed for many years, Waiting a poison dagger, taut bowstring, But pedestals stepped on the scaffold Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Hymn of listens, but who believed only in spells Eternal trick frame holy simplicity, Relics saved from the flames and defilement, Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who are we, whose world is not always simple? Who are you, blinded by tears? Who are you, burnt loving? Who are you, forgotten himself? White lie and walking on the edge of the mountain, Pity those who were overwhelmed by a noose being You can ask, but I do not answer - do not know ... Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who ... |
