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The play of fire spells so strangely And the ancient dance is performed by the shadows. His tongue and power will resurrect All images are from strange dreams. And it seems - other times Are born in blood and subconsciousness; Now you put your feet in the stirrups, And gallop in the wind ... and the breath stopped ... You are a hunter, a warrior or a shepherd Now they are singing about the past time About this ride, sweet, crazy ... But what is it? Suddenly the fire went out. And only a spark melt the coals And the ghostly shadows recede.
