I look into the darkness, I see the lights.
It is somewhere in the steppe blazing fire.
I see the lights, I see the flames of fires.
This means that the beast is hiding here.
I chased him for so many years, so many winters.
I found him here in this steppe.
I hear a howl under myself, I see tears in my eyes.
This means that the beast felt fear.
I look into the darkness, I see the lights,
This means that somewhere there is a beast.
He, I know, is not sleeping, too much pain,
Everything burns, everything boils, fire burns.
I even know how it hurts the beast in the chest,
He goes, he wheezes, I know this cry.
I turn in the dark where laughter is heard,
This means that the beast is now over.
I will not wait for the morning, so as not to see him,
Awakened from sleep, will be different.
I will not wait for the morning, so as not to spend more energy
Look at the star - it is now yours.
Sparks melt in the night, the stars shine on the way,
I fly and I feel sad in this steppe.
He is already fast asleep - too sweet pain,
Does not burn, does not burn, the fire dies down.
When the morning rises, he is with the last star
Will rise in a way, will fly after me.
When morning rose, the night calmed down,
Not threatened with anything, just went away.
He was still sound asleep when a weak shiver
Flashed in his chest, rain poured from the sky.
He was still fast asleep when morning rose
