Ефимыч - Утро в степи
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In the morning, it hovers over the water
Along the edges of dilapidated roofs
Dawn burns with a scarlet edge
Seeing off the night's silence
With the first morning wave
With the crowing of the first rooster
The approaching summer heat
Unfurls its furs

Here comes the scorching red ball
Like a painted chariot
Flew, revealing in the heat
The awakened steppe land
A breeze swirled golden dust
Over the outskirts of the village
And swept it into feather grass
Like crumbs from a table

Opening expanse
Endless roads and grasses
Loved to me more than majestic mountains
And ancient oak forests
All paths are visible far away
If you don't fly, then run
And sometimes there isn't a single wall
For a thousand miles around