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Further, wanderers, we go further!

The way isn’t over, there’s a battle ahead.

The wanderings in the cold desert are accomplished:

The road of fear is spreading to us now.

The days of wanderings – cold, ice, snow;

Our brother fell, they fell and are unburied −

Let it be so: they were born in slavery of Heaven –

They fell as slaves. Don’t pity them. Miss!

Let them rot, embracing things that are sweet to the heart, −

The bale of their belongings, gold coins;

May they dream of slavery, with milk and meat,

A warm pillow and a warm blanket.

And hawk will share with storm of desert ice

Pathetic ashes of the last of slaves’ sons.

We are free race of those who took an oath, −

To son of the Titans – Prometheus

And the entire race, that isn’t familiar with gods,

Will look at the sun with open eyes for the first time!