Child tortured under the will of the world*
Fatherless? And what?,
The pagans threw him and imprisoned him,
And tomorrow they can kill him.
A baby barely a cubit great,
Uncrying and unguarded alive??,
Hostage caught between peoples,
Change? the tears-in the ice??.
The noble father?, out of need,
He gave it to the sultan z?log
?and he can no longer raise wars
?i-?i wear? the olog soul.
Barren sands and the sound of guns
Do they burn it all day long? and at night in his sleep.
He alone knows,
Someday he will be Lord!
Small and unwieldy, with a heart? great,
Get the disgrace and the whip.
I try? s? star standing
?i-?i laughs in his face?? the torment!
In time, in the crying body
To gather? the wind from the ridge
?and it grows together wanting
The Wallachian wolf from the story.
Then, in a fog? thick,
The creaking of chains sounds
and the wallachian runs home,
Tearing pieces from the heathen flesh.
Str Scream in terror and die
Run? to save his life.
A devil who hates everyone
He is now giving them the first bite.

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