Текст песни Йовин - Песня о менестрельском несчастье

Oh , yes veysya , oh yes the wind , I shall open to you summer -
Raspleschi in incessant waves on the water !
Whether a long endless light , stripped loaf of bread ,
Print on the sternum barefoot foot footprints.
All the features , all to the slopes , there is a vein or Slash Spit -
Let ! Living clatter of castanets intercostal
Do not plug without the demand.
Pew you night dew .
Wait for me.
Handfuls of pennies to scrape the ticket .
Night 04/14/15