God speaks with this person, anticipating a question of the Persian tsar, has started to spread a nightingale of Valtasar.
Neither in the sky, nor on the earth, at the bottom sea there are no secrets which would be inaccessible to its understanding.
Truly, god of the people eboru is irascible, but it sends the true invaluable gifts.
It from eboru? Addressing to the master of Babylon, has asked again Kir. Nammu has intercepted its sight. In it interest and
alarm have mixed up, as the heated sand and cold water mix up on sea coast.
Yes, from an imperial sort, has proudly confirmed Valtasar. And it my adviser.
Nammu has preferred to incline politely a head before terrestrial lords to evade from a drilling stare of Kira.
"It seems, the Persian has suspected a dirty trick, knocked at it in temples. It seems, has suspected".
The tsar to whom such remarkable servants serve is happy, the voice of Kira was distributed again. But, my great friend,
before we intended to celebrate only our union, now wonderful disposal of  destruction. We go!
Tsars and their retinues have grandly left in palace rooms, where masterpieces of culinary art Babylon and Persian
Cooks expected a worthy estimation of monarchical persons. Nammu continued to stand in the middle of a court yard, an
absent look looked, how quick servants fuss, falling asleep sand and sawdust a bloody stain as silent caravaneers, following
the treasurer, take away it is not known, where imperial gifts.
My mister, has heard it again gentle voice of Susanny. Forgive that has disturbed your reflexions, but... suma, she has
stretched Nammu the mournful inheritance of the true prophet, and its sight expressed now undisguised admiration which
infrequently women indulge men. What will you order to transfer to my father? The beauty has continued.