Крик башни .mp3

Крик башни .mp3

Prozorov

Scream of Tower

The sun melts on the sandy slopes,
A scorching wind parches my face.
In lacquered shoes and pantaloons,
Trimmed with lace,
And a ill-fitted doublet, I tread
Through swirling storms of sand ahead.

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