And the wind is raging and tearing the wire,
And knocks the big trees.
He breaks into a fit and howls in the chimney,
And buzz is giving very strong.
He tears everything in a rush and on the fly,
He tears everything to pieces.
As if he in anger, narwhal scattered,
And the power is of course great.
Trees fell that posebej,
And branches Poloniny were.
He howls, hoots and breaks off shoulder,
And howls like a wolf at the moon.
In a fit of changing it in silence,
Again and again he will rustle.
And the wind played with his power.
And tears it again wire.
Chirik V.V. CENTURIES g 23:58
The wind
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