Век волкодав [Vek Volkodav] [English translation]

For a rattling valor of a future ages,

For a high tribe of men

I lost my cup at the feast of the fathers,

And my joy, and my honor.

A wolfhound-age is pouncing on me,

But I don't share wolf's blood.

You better tuck me like a cap in a sleeve

Of a hot fur coat of Siberian plains,

So I could see nor coward, nor slimsy dirt,

Nor bloody bones in a wheel;

So blue polar foxes could shine to me

Through the night, in their primal beauty.

Lead me away to the night, to where Yenisei flows,

(And a pine/And, sleepy,)1 touches the star.

Because I don't share wolf's blood,

And can only be killed by an equal one.

It's not a newspaper spitting with tobacco blood,

It's not a maid knocking her knuckles,

It's a hot twisted mouth of men

Resenting, speaking, singing.

Lead me away to the night, to where Yenisei flows,

To a six-fingerd lie's hut.

Because I don't share wolf's blood,

And in a pine coffin shall I lie.

1. When declaring this verse, you can put two different meanings. 1: "...gde techot Yenisei, I SOSNA do zvezdy dostayot" compound sentence; 2: "...gde techot Yenisei I SO SNA do zvezdy dostayot" a simple sentence with one subject and two predicates

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