Of a torioi driving off birds, driving away the elderly woman, caught in a trap.
To attend him through this night, coming to an end, need to five big candles.
With the double-headed warrior, riding on, the necks I see only. Or, the double-headed warrior, wearing around one of his neck, the other head.
At the landing of the stairs, like with a little girl, having an affair secretly.
Of the songstress, behind her back, her garter he stole.