Against the will I am yours, queen, shore leave.
“Aeneid”, song 6.
not puhaysya – I still like
We can now draw.
you're a ghost – il passer people,
Your shadow what for shore.
It was short-lived you my Aeneas, –
I then got off the fire.
About each other, we know how to be silent.
And you forgot my damn house.
You forgot those, terrified and in agony,
Fire Walk with outstretched arms
And hopes wretched news.
You do not know, that you just ...
Created Rome, sailing flotillas herds,
And win adulation glorifies.