Gerni amani
Stolin pirani
De treki sani
Gobrat solani
Truni kelim
Serfi terim
Kolet fagat
Misret talat
Jolit solik
Target malik
The moon is falling
The owls are calling
Nightingales thrilling
The firs are talling
Erect the bastions round
Without a sound
Save whispering
Of them conspiring
Gerni amani
Stolin pirani
De treki sani
Gobrat solani
Truni kelim
Serfi terim
Kolet fagat
Misret talat
Jolit solik
Target malik
The Souls are soaring
The moon is calling
The bats are flying
The sea-breast whitening
The Poet Seer he's weeping
Tears in eyes swimming
A little chill in wind
Some twitch and bite unkind
Gerni amani
Stolin pirani
De treki sani
Gobrat solani
Truni kelim
Serfi terim
Kolet fagat
Misret talat
Jolit solik
Target malik
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