The road is dust and gravel and smothered clay
and he draws gray streaks in his hair.
And from the starry paths he has a jewel that sparkles like a stone ¡
a feather of desire from the wings of paegasů.
And from the starry paths I have a jewel that shines with stones¡
a feather of desire from the wings of paegasů.
The road is rough, she is as bad as a street lady,
She has tinfoil tags in her hand and her waist.
And from her eyes I want to wash her, when he throws into the unknown
two delicate bunches of red gladioli. ማ delicate sprigs of red gladioli.
Sergeant, the sand is as white as Daniela's arms,
wait a moment, my eyes have seen
this terrible day I will forget it in a moment.
Sergeant, wave and I will be initiated.
Morituri te salutant!
Morituri te salutant!
That way I went ¡el, where the ground is confused
and the sand is above the pigeon's wing.
And the sound of the march played to me, what a soothing sound
a it raises the locust that destroys.
And the march played a sound that soothed me
and it raises the locust that destroys.
The road is dirt and dust and smothered clay,
brass beehive from a werewolf.
Rusty cross, my brach, and a hundred year old dirt,
and big white clouds are coming.
Rusty cross, my brother, and a hundred year old dirt,
and big white clouds are coming.
Sergeant, the sand is as white as Daniela's arms,
wait a minute, my eyes have seen
that terrible long ago moment.< br/>Sergeant, wave and I will be initiated.
Morituri te salutant!
Morituri te salutant!