|
|
LETRAS: THE GAUNTLET |
||
|
Pozora ia izgori povetche Ot hiliada udara Tova rasbi duba I Tova koeto ne moge Da ia ubie Ia pravi po silna, po silna.
Disgrace burns more Than a thousand blows, it shatters the spirit, and suffocates the mind.
Can faith be born of ashes And grow to fight another day What doesn´t kill her makes her stronger The Warrior Princess stands again. |
