Топор, зарытый в листву

We fought long ,
a couple of years ago almost .
at the foot of the mountain
we buried hatchets .
gifts and friendship -
we buried weapons
but my ax buried in foliage
sharp side -to-face

my ax buried in foliage
acute side -to-face ,
a stone's throw from the root of the oak ,
where stumble so easy.
my ax buried in foliage ,
acute side -to-face ,
blade barely covered -
not forgotten the insult .

roots left the pit to the right -
upstairs noise dubrava
and dropping leaves down my masks surprise.
until water is no other way
and you go to the water
a trail across the forest
I buried the hatchet in the foliage.

my ax buried in foliage ,
acute side -to-face ,
blade barely covered -
not forgotten the insult .
my ax buried in foliage ,
sharp side -to-face
a stone's throw from the root of the oak ,
where stumble so easy,
where stumble so easy,
where stumble so easy.

iiii iiii hehey

my ax buried in foliage ,
acute side -to-face ,
a stone's throw from the root of the oak -
where it is easy to stumble so
my ax buried in foliage ,
acute side -to-face ,
blade barely covered -
not forgotten the insult !
not forgotten the insult !
not forgotten the insult !

of leaves and grass , you lishishsya head
of leaves and grass , you lishishsya head