Character: Bun

Stay, we will fail together!

A person without a conscience it is impossible to live, even in the criminal case. Maybe the thieves even more than in any other, or very precipice.

You are Vates, hostile whirlwinds,
On my sore head!
Not netite, about the dark force
You are so angry working people!
Above the gray plain of the sea
The wind, the clouds gather tries,
But the singer, with the element arguing,
All comfort and healthier!
This song, like a moan,
I'm not from out of the blue folded:
I watched the abyss bezdonnoe,
On the tops, sluchalos lived.
But which side I no I will
Not ostanus I:
Will help the oppressed people,
He cries more about me!