Gul late afternoon at the dawn of guttering
In the twilight of a winter day.
third call. hurry, goer,
remember me!
the sea is waiting for you wave Emerald,
Splash blue oars,
Live our lives the underground, difficult
You could not.
What, go, Kohl fight our grim
In our ranks are not calling,
If moisture is tempting transparent,
Seagulls flying srebristyh!
the sun hot, bright, fry
You tell my greetings.
Put your question around strong, bright -
will answer!
Gul late afternoon at the dawn of guttering
In the twilight of a winter day.
third call. hurry, goer,
remember me!