I'm afraid to say smth good.
I'm afraid to say smth beautiful.
I'm afraid my great mood
Can make you be sorrowful.
The parents to prase I have fear..
Someone may not have them at all.
His child might not be called dear,
The fear they won't open the door..
Im afraid there is no house left,
With no breakage to fall..
Im afraid there is no shoulder left,
And no help to be hold.
I have fear to carol fast river.
To carol my hills I have fear.
If I prase Chevhen Land i have shiver.
Chechen man to have tear, I have fear...
The fear
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