Partisans of the full moon (BG)
To those who hold the stones for a long day,
To brothers of grapes and sisters of the fire,
About what there is in me,
But joyfully not only for me.
I see signs of the great spring,
Silver flame in the night sky,
We have all that is.
The time has come, will we open the door?
Here are riding partisans of the full moon,
My place is here...
Here are riding partisans of the full moon,
Let...
They have knowledges on the other shore,
White deers on the black snow.
I know all what is, my love, but really if I can? (I
can't)
So who is our chief and where is his lash?
Fear is his holiday and guilt is his net.
We will be only sing, my love,
But we will open the door.
Here are riding partisans of the full moon,
My place is here...
Here are riding partisans of the full moon,
Let...
Here are riding partisans of the full moon,
My place is here...
Here are riding partisans of the underground moon,
Let their are riding.
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