Three of Carpathians / Callahan

A poem that's been published before, but what the hell...


Between fragrant pens
Goose
And a small flock.
And above that the sun

The sun revives the heavens
Silence
Then you can hear the songs
In the meadow

♪ There's a flower ♪
Goosefish
He wins the clubs
For centuries.

♪ Surrounding the bride ♪
They're rumbling.
White dresses
Lovely views

On the heads of the garlands
Rucianes
And the eyes are burning
I'm smiling all the time.

On the way from the graves
Wicker Car
On wooden wheels
Towed by a cry

At the brig of the river plucked
Tank
On it are skewed fish
It measures fish with harpoon

Warm wind blows sweet
These hinds
These huts among them
This people are laughing...

On the night of the stars
On the shaft
♪ What's left of the earth ♪
For the castle defence

The 1 with the vigil fell asleep
He sealed his life
You can see the moonlight
Characters – although secretly...

The jaw of the arm leads to silence
Who wants
To proceed in virtue due
But the flame licks her cheekily!

Where the Songs of the Holy Spring
Trelami
Where's the goose that played
Where's the chariots with the screams?

Boat equally filled
Fatty fish
Though another boat carved
Tribal Characters