The dawn has come – The wolf is tired – A present’s flower, That reaches the sun.
Night slipped away Without review, As good as new And no more trail…
Only ancient fear Lasts for ninety days, Plenty of stargaze, Goodbye to queer…
I still belong To wolf who hurts My innate Earth, Who broke its song.
«Наотмашь – дубиной, Травить ее – псиной!»
Тихий шепот. Волчий стон, Волчий образ – будто сон…
And starts his own For gumming time. In Hockenheim I’ve left my soul.
December 17, 2007 |
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