young mare,
Honor Caucasian brand,
What do you mchishsya, daring?
And you've got the time to;
Not kosys puhlyvыm eye,
Feet into the air is not swords,
In the broad and smooth
Crotchety not dock.
Guess; you will make
I put up under me:
The measuring range of your running will direct
shortened bridle.
