Nerich proposed the death of my father
Firefighters and prayer against the enemy;
My spirit is pleased,
My arm is strong
I like the first of many storms
This is a charming valley, you fence me in
Exciting places to see
Spring Valley, shine in my mind
Ground and the celebratory mood
Beautiful nature of culture and 13
I saw the wagonwheel could barely walk
Now, I flew from the water.
He then congratulated his country
His sword is the vagina.
Blow! Therefore, they sing, I sing,
A coward, who has the sword.
Fire and sword, never come into contact;
It seems that everything must grow fierce!
Who really believe in birth?
When the bees are seven; permanent gene
Crimean poem translated on behalf of the Targu Mures Historical Society by Douglas Rogers