STEPPE LIES FAR AND WIDE, road runs far away
in that step so tight, dying coachman lay
and with his last gasp, feeling coming end,
with companion near, tells him his mandate:
my dear partner and friend, please forgive my sins
at this steppe with no end, bury me within
take my horses to my dear father's home
and to my mother sweet send my one last bow
and to my beloved, tell of my parting
and hand over to her our wedding ring
Yet tell her to not grieve me hard or long
Let her find a man, worth to tie the knot
Tell of my sad fate, that in steppe i froze
And her love with me i took in repose..
Steppe lies far and wide
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2013
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