I’m a solitary and wild Scythian
among my archdevils Tatars.
I have a single feeling: revenge.
Forgive me, Lord, for being born
a Scythian Wallachian whom
they all ride and rob. From everywhere
they took away my residence permit.
I’m going to do something so the world
quake. What? I don’t know. What shall I do?
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