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Prudrut in the horn,
He will betray me.
I remember,
What a fighter
I used to be.

It is difficult to start life
From scratch.
In soul sadness
In the heart of emptiness.

I am soldier but
Ranted more than once
And stopped fighting.
Leave me to
That is not a fighter.
There is no longer fire.

Prudrut in the horn,
I do not care.
Mask evil genus
Vryatli destined.

Your way without light
I will not go through
Immediately stumble.
And drop,
And I can not stand up.

But grooved
Suddenly voice from the height:
Do not lose hope
And remember who you are!
You believe in yourself,
And again you will become strong.
Gather now,
And bill who are you.

Hey!
You again soldiers!
For freedom to touch.
Without her you can live
Only this is not life!