The moon passes
over my fingers
while I tie my horse
to the pailing
tighten the leather strap
whit my sword
recognize my face
in the water puddle
and the blood of the wolf
drips across the snow.
Translated by: Michael Szporer
The moon passes
over my fingers
while I tie my horse
to the pailing
tighten the leather strap
whit my sword
recognize my face
in the water puddle
and the blood of the wolf
drips across the snow.
Translated by: Michael Szporer