At the heart with shields we kept souls and bright gods
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We stroked the wounds with the Earth, and knew that our love was splashing there
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Amber sparks of rays are born to blaze in the body of the enemy,
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We, in the reflection of lightning under the wings of our banner, praised the army
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The steppes bowed to us, and the waves carpeted the distance for us
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And the witches' arrows and spears helplessly stung the strong steel
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Free birds of hearts from above guarded the wild manes of horses
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Showing us the way in the misty expanses of gray majestic steppes
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Lead me
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Give me light
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Believe, wait for me
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sing after me
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Look for me among the flocks of birds
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Where the storm sweeps away the distance,
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Where the dark rocks have a stern face,
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Where the sky is blue, where the sea is a shawl,
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Where the warm light of a distant star warms the heart,
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Where the free wind will scatter my ashes over the sea
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And the path is bequeathed to us far from the vastness, where our great-grandfathers traces
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On a glorious campaign, for the honor and happiness of the great native side.
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We follow the heat of the boundless sun that gave birth to the heart of the path,
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One day, so that, tightly embracing the earth, go along the paths of immortality
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Look for me among the flocks of birds
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Where the storm sweeps away the distance,
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Where the dark rocks have a stern face,
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Where the sky is blue, where the sea is a shawl,
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Where the warm light of a distant star warms the heart,
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Where the free wind will scatter my ashes over the sea |