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1
I go out alone on the road;
Through the fog flinty path glitters;
silent night. The desert harks to God,
And star with star says.

2
In heaven solemn and wonderful!
Sleeps land in the radiance of the blue ...
What am I hurt so much and so hard?
Waiting for my only weapon that? Do I regret what?

3
I do not expect anything from this life I,
And I do not regret the past at all;
I'm looking for freedom and peace!
I would like to relax and fall asleep!

4
But it is not so cold sleeping graves ...
I'd wanted to go to sleep forever so,
That chest dozed life force,
To breathe quietly heaving chest;

5
To all night, all day my hearing cherishing,
About love me sweet voice singing,
Me to ever greening
Dark oak bent and rustled.

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