Trafika Europe 3 - Latvian Sojourn

Mother sewed a black hood yesterday. Is it my mother or His Highness who wants me to hide?

”And son, don't you start drinking.”

The crowd is rumbling. The blasphemer is praying. And on the right side of the King sits my younger brother, the singer of songs, holding back his verses.

I am the expert of death and my opposite is not a doctor.

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