His temples ached with fatigue,
The rain washed and rolled up to sleep.
And the day lit up with red fire,
The fire fanned the evening with wormwood poison.
And dulv day and night is not considered,
So caught fire himself, and are happy already there is no.
From the ashes of coals collects,
To all around shelter, at night-darkness.
Here is ascended on the sky month a clear
And silver shining in the hearts of passion lighted.
Put down your clothes! Sex is so beautiful!
Who does not love, false life that he lived.