It was the Last Fight,
It was my Last Fight.
My sable dropped from my hand
And I will never pick it up again.

The blade comes through me…
I saw my past,
The sun, the life.
My Master smile,
His first and only smile.
The touch of leaps of my mother,
Soft hands of my father.
Whose flowers behind the house,
The rain, clouds.
Dark and deepest pounds.
The water on the river,
The shine of the silver…

Тhe blade comes through me…
Whose questions in my mind
Had bee disappeared,
I have found the answers,
I have found the End,
I saw the future of my homeland…
But I was fighting to the End!
And now it’s here,
I see it in my little lonely tear…

The blade comes through me…
But I don’t feel the pain.
I know, I won't survive,
I know, I can’t change the past.
I would not see my friends again,
I won't feel my heart pain…

The eyes of my killer
Was waiting my End.
Don’t worry, - I said.
Don’t worry, my friend…

The blade comes through me…
But it have killed not me,
But my pain.
I will be alive
I the hearts, who survived…



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