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Wolfhound song of hope
(Art M. Semenova / "Wolfhound from the genus of gray dogs)

What will you sing to us, prophetic strings?

About the glorious hero who went to heaven.

He was, like us, a man of flesh

And the blood is hot. He felt pain.

Like us, he hasn't seen the dawn for years,

I have not seen daisies in a mountain meadow,

So that gems can be watered with blood

The owner is more expensive to sell at auction ...

In the darkness he dreamed of freedom and the sun,

Like we all, like everyone else. But listen to the singer:

The heart of a different temper was beating in him, -

Death will not bend that to the end.

We will tell about him to all those who do not believe,

That valor will help to escape the shackles.

Twisted the neck of a two-legged beast,

We called him the Thunderstorm of Wolves ...

He knew that freedom is only given by blood,

And he took her in blood. But still then

We saw the sun meet him

Burning in the sky over the ridge.

We saw how he went higher and higher

On white snows, on crystal people,

And the human voice was not heard,

But the wind told us: "I will come again."

What will you sing to us, prophetic strings?

About the glorious hero who went to heaven.

He was, like us, a man of flesh

And the blood is hot. He felt pain.

What will you sing for us prophetic strings about ...