Greetings friends, we'll see you tomorrow
If the night doesn't strike tonight
Unreal trumpets, dogs howling, you can hear them
I hear military marches
In '43, I was sick
br/>I saw my whole life
Sweaty flowed over
Goodbye, friends, I'll see you tomorrow
If the night doesn't make its strike tonight
Ceremonious, I enter its center vital
(The armor sends back the Original Light)
Warrior of life, I suspend the weapons and the battle
Beer and urine exchange roles
The latrine is the your vault
Vital liquid flows in both
Gift of the night, small pub
None or all a black cow I am
Grey cat in your night
None or all a black cow you are
Grey cat in my night

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