The Steed

Оригинал на русском (russian version): http://proza.ru/2011/03/18/314

Gather near water warriors
To gallop along the field
To stand one's ground against the enemy
To fight near the swift river

Go forward at morning with dignity
With honour endure the mortal battle
And resounding shots......now tears, weeping,
                ....a young fighter falls

refrain:
And he’ll rush to meet Holy Freedom
An eager steed, shimmering black
He doesn't know about grief, pride and dignity
Black and white do not matter to him
He will only fly to meet Freedom
Making his way through the shouts and groans
In the horror and darkness


And standing at the window at sunrise
The pretty wife of this young warrior
Will see how the steed flies to the clouds
Signs of hope and happiness dying
Her husband died for Love and for his children
Has given his life to protect his family
But it's broken their lives anyway...
Many nations will forever remember him -
He was fighting for truth and dignity


refrain:
And he’ll rush to meet Holy Freedom
An eager steed, shimmering black
He doesn't know about grief, pride and dignity
Black and white do not matter to him
He will only fly to meet Freedom
Making his way through the shouts and groans
In the horror and darkness

refrain:
And he’ll rush to meet Holy Freedom
An eager steed, shimmering black
He doesn't know about grief, pride and dignity
Black and white do not matter to him
He will only fly to meet Freedom
He is the symbol of peace and the world's happiness


Svetlana Zaharova(SIJARA)
7.02.2011  Sydney
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