Insurrection

Hungry eyes like a wind

Reproduction blows off naked fields slightly

Frozen mouths like a whirl

Gusty dance of angry speeches

Satiated areas of lit groans

Mourning flags

The grape picking is coming

There is cool rainy dusk

Lumped desires are biting

Dragged bodies of the torture are stinking

It's time to flog the enlightened renovation

Graves of battles and bowsRavens of whispers and dying

Ad infinitum I'm hitting the name

The anger has forgotten about the tornado on dry sands

Oh, skies of power

Oh, horizon of phantoms

Oh, you trampling my hope

Oh, you keeping silent in a treeHungry senses - the velvet

The fortress choir pulsates

Heart of love is like lakes

The power is flowing in

Echoes are loaded in cannons of freedom

Lines of unhappiness are in attributes of conquerors

Scandals dug in childhood up

Salutes oversounded because of dirties

"My friend demon has given wings to me.

Like a sage with his wisdom he has calculated the bloody trait of human applauses"