I took my breath from this city, break in this fence , in this magical fence, break the day, like an anemone from the heart of the stone, break the blood to the madness of the rock of the mountain, break the translation of the
morning to the song and the song of the wounded lips, break the waiting queue, the night of the looting of the Tatars, break all sides, break your shadow to the lightning of this demonic shadow, no one will come to your aid, you come out of yourself, break the Tatar shield, it has no head tonight. Let the sun shine in you, be your own sun, and break the spell of work, so that you are the one who is composing, to be a song, break the fortress of terror of this land.
