Overture (BG/George –
A.Gunitskii)
Is beating a bell similar to the window.
All birds don't have the wings long ago.
In the garden of fate a wicket swung open;
From the shell is born mahasiddha.
And even drachma, old god,
He lost all his representations of face
And chases alcohol from strawberries.
Is beating a bell similar to the window.
All birds don't have the wings long ago.
In the garden of fate a wicket swung open;
From the shell is born mahasiddha.
And even drachma, old god,
He lost all his representations of face
And chases alcohol from strawberries.