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You die a heavy step
My tired horse
In the steppe, where the wind is the voice,
The day of the day is heard.

Oh, let me, faithful horse,
Go straight, but to sunset,
Where in the herbs of violent Flame
Yes, it covers my gaze ...

You go a bit, yes quiet
The head of the slope
The path is longer than all others,
True, waiting for me.

But hurry, you are in a hurry my horse,
To my dear, sweet side to me!
The sun is tasted with purple light
On chopped, cast armor.

Do not sing about the spring wind,
Do not repeat the dashing Godin
Grass-tsvetes will stand up
Above my mound.

Oh, the herbs will stand high,
Let them remove the severity from my shoulders,
Will fall asleep in my frozen hand
Tired, my heavy sword.

Where are you wandering, you are a horse, my horse,
Yes without roads, no way ...
Oh, the sun goes out hot fire,
May the heart gets in the chest.

You step easily, my horse,
Do not disturb my wounds
Oh, it's not waiting for me at home
I do not master the paths.

Do not walk on feasts with friends
From now on on this earth,
And the helmet no longer shine
On my chela.

And you die your heavy step,
My faithful, good horse -
After all, an ash night ash gloom
It gives me eternal peace.

Oh, early dusk covered the ground,
I overshadowed the eyes of me a shadow.
Do not see my dear land,
Where are they waiting with dawn day ...