When the cistern dies, he will cry
A true corpse will be suffocated by the tow of the tree
A true corpse will be buried . and he will cry
A true mother of the dead, will be allowed to let loose a weak lick sordh na chanelal i agnan fn neadh
Mile would be better for you than you, my popa is sweet music
A true death
My child is in the tail, and he will be crying
br/>A true murder, there will be a sop at the door
Like a wolf on a dunghill
A true murder, you will be so that it will be the man oche
Soaring the candles and crushing the posies
Mile would be better for you, I'd rather have you, my popa's sweet music
A true death