In the desert, stunted and stingy,
on the basis of, scorching heat,
Ancar, how terrible hour,
It stands - one in the entire universe.
Nature thirsty steppes
His anger gave birth to the day,
And the green dead branches
And the roots of poison drunk.
Poison dripping through its bark,
By noon on the Melt znoyu,
And solidifying vvecheru
Thick transparent resin.
To him and the bird does not fly
And Tiger does not suit - a black whirlwind
On the tree of death nabezhit
And rushes off already noxious.
And if the cloud irrigate,
wandering, its dense sheet,
With its branches too toxic
Dripping rain in the sand combustible.
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