To the south or maybe straight northwards
Morning sky is full of flying birds
Dusty winds can't stand the heat
Feel no mercy_
By the milestone measured who explains
What is lost and how much still remains
She is standing at the gate to see_
Where's your husband, beauty, let me know
If you keep the tears so let'em go
Where he is, alive or not, knows the wind
He took the cracked shield and long old bow
Knelt the icons just before to go
Fared her well and then
Came back no more
And the steppe is silent like a thief
Fear of crying wolf gives no relief
And the enemies are after the chance
And some cracked shield's laid in the dust
Ask the wind who is already lost
Pray the God to save us and to bless_
To the south or maybe straight northwards
Morning sky is full of flying birds
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