On the mysterious world of spiritsAbove this nameless abyss,Cover thrown over zlatotkannyHigh by the will of the gods.Day - this brilliant coverThe day the earth-born is busy,Soul Health of the Sick,A friend of men and gods! But the fading day - it was night;Come - and with the world the fatalFabric fertile coverTearing, throws away ...And we exposed the deepWith their fears and mglami,And there are no barriers between her and us -That's why we were afraid of the night!
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