Кто круче?
пять стихий рождают во мне стихи,
короткий и длинный клинки,
на поясе,чисты мои помыслы
пять стихий рождают во мне стихи,
короткий и длинный клинки,
на поясе,чисты мои помыслы
пять стихий рождают во мне стихи,
короткий и длинный клинки,
на поясе,чисты мои помыслы
пять стихий рождают во мне стихи,
короткий и длинный клинки,
на поясе,чисты мои помыслы All his life diligently study,
Know the magic of numbers, purify the thoughts,
Save the honor, stripped to the waist,
and shall open the abdominal cavity itself,
Draw cross wakizashi,
incision on my media, death is a celebration,
I have only asked one of the gods,
and to be born in you next life
my warrior clan,
Now let us lose,
but the time will come again when the mind is
rule, let filth happy that we die,
not believing in heaven, but will open the gate and you accept this gift,
clear your karma, and you got on track,
we are all here as sumo wrestlers, who are easier to act wisely,
who takes a weak pressure and rushing ahead,
and the circle of life, you also once pushed,
and your corpse must look decent,
get dressed in a white powdered face,
and into the void with his jowl,
if you are angry or resentful,
spirit of the time he will flee from you, if unsure
you are already dead, although it is believed that he was alive.
show determination
five elements give rise to poetry in me,
short and long swords,
belt, clean my thoughts
five elements give rise to poetry in me,
short and long swords,
belt, clean my thoughts
otherwise defeat is more than a victory,
an ancient race, even if he is poor,
may not let his honor by the wind,
Unleash the power of pure moments
those few seconds before the end,
finally expel it that obscured the sun from us,
then a final effort,
and began to spin the wheel of rebirth,
Life is a dream, but we are only shadows in this world,
kissed the sand, tired sailor came ashore,
ended its journey,
his death found worthy try,
Your face should not show pain,
Thank the gods, the enemies will not wait the last shame,
and I will stay the same always in the memory,
I go like a warrior,
on their own, with the tip of his sword,
although my death is someone’s beginning,
but the last verse should be sad
five elements give rise to poetry in me,
short and long swords,
belt, clean my thoughts
five elements give rise to poetry in me,
short and long swords,
belt, clean my thoughts
