My poems (translation of russian poem)

My poems love freedom
My poems know how to kiss the death.

I'll never bow to you destiny
I don't want your pity.

Your blooded sword can't make me afraid
I'll never surrender.
I'll fight, standing against the death,
rock solid on my feet.

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