I am so angry I want fight
Factually, sleeve rolled-up
Machete I took not a knife
I’ve pulled trigger of a gun
I’m ready
I am set
Kill or die
As Pushkin
Lermontov
And others
I’m ready
I’m ready
I’m ready
I am knight
Your devil tongue and mind with slur
Your judgment and dumbness, the liar
Made me so angry; be aware I am set
You invade others’ land, call that right
I am wrong; you tell me, not to decide
Go to hell
I will send
You a rose
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