All breathes of Russ, the Russ of old
There once was I, friends, and the сat
As near him 'neath the oak I sat
And drank of sweet mead at my leisure,
Recounted tales to me With pleasure
One that I liked do I recall
And here and now will share with all..
All breathes of Russ, the Russ of old
There once was I, friends, and the сat
As near him 'neath the oak I sat
And drank of sweet mead at my leisure,
Recounted tales to me With pleasure
One that I liked do I recall
And here and now will share with all..