SONG ABOUT SHORTOVER
Over the gray plain of the sea, the wind gathers clouds.
Between the clouds and the sea, the SHORT herald proudly flies, black lightning like.
That wave touching the wing, then soaring like an arrow to the clouds,
he is screaming, and - the clouds hear joy in the bold cry of a bird.
In this cry is a thirst for revenge!
Silu SHORTA, the flame of passion and confidence in victory hear the clouds in this cry.
Fuckers moan before the storm,- moan, rush over the sea and at the bottom of it are ready to hide their horror before the storm.
And the bulls are moaning too,- im, bycharam, the enjoyment of the battle of life is inaccessible: the thunder of the blows scares them.
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- Storm! The storm is coming soon!
This is a brave SHORT-herald proudly flutters between lightning over the roaring sea with anger; then the prophet of victory shouts:
- Let the storm come stronger!
