Ступени - Вишневый снег
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For the smoke of fires, behind the rain of arrows -
Caravans of nights - and whatever day,
That's yesterday.
My prison is an ice tower.

I remember crazy dawn
The fugitive, doomed to execution,
And how much night stretches
For the prisoner of obsidian rocks.
I remember smiles
That turned into a grin
At the sight of cherry snow.

But the north wind revealed to me the arms,
He covered my back
From poisoned arrows.
North wind, you and I are brothers!

Here I have a reward for my crazy escape
For seeing snow
And marble of green ice.
I remembered forever
The taste of cherry snow!