Liberty sower desert,
I went out early, to the stars;
Hand clean and innocent
The enslaved reins
Throwing refreshing seed -
But the only time I lost,
Good thoughts and writings ...
Pasites, peaceful peoples!
You will not wake honor cry.
What herds gifts of freedom?
They should be cut or shear.
Their inheritance from generation to generations
Jarmo with gremushkami to scourge.
