I'll become a stranger
In the land of hopes and dreams,
Where isn't any danger
And it hasn't any tears.
And, as a wolf, I'll run,
Searching for my own sun,
Then, as a hawk, I'll fly
To the burning sky.
Brown wings I'll wound,
And will fall down on the snow,
And I'll find myself there soon,
With hundred crows in my soul.
I'll be lying on white snow,
I'll be looking at grey sky,
There flies wolf’s howl:
"It's the end. He is to die..."
In my thoughts the only line:
"I've no force to run...",
And I heard somebody's cry:
"He has found his own sun!"
Stranger
© Copyright: Василий Колесниченко, 2009
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