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Breathless i hurry through the snow
Heaped up inside me.
Bronze faces in rows
Praise a cold himn.
I don't need tears,
Keep them for yourself,
Because you're ungly
When you're crying for me.
Some knight is beside me,
But who really is he?
Take off your helmet and say:
Who really are you?
The black smith forges me the blood
That i'll give you.
Free from shame
We'll get to the place
Where in the steppe
Along with the wolf
We'll look for a road
Full of thorns,
Devoid of vanity.
Unprincipled vanity,
Golden frame - of a door.