Wine on the cob of New history Christian wise retinue, For service the cross of honors, The words of the Commandment began to fade. We stand above the fiercest enemies In the Colosseum of prime Rome And it seems to us that the clock has already died down: – You won’t go as far as Jerusalem. Wine burns in the fires of the Inquisition With Hus glorifying the Lord. Vin now in the front position, The one we call Jesus. I don’t have a dear name, Having become worthy of being a friend and brother. View of the cob, in wikis and donini Vin Stealing the stolen truth. Vin in the fetters. Ide Vin in stages. The stallion's salary is based on it. It does not creep over everything that is holy, And it’s explained with a board of grace.
