The ardent horse hurried to go,
but rider took leave of his home:
hold helmet in hand and was kissing the smile,
which promised to wait through times.
"So dangerous and long campaign,
but beware of turning away.
And so that your trip will be blessed and good,
my soul will be always with you.
In great battle your sword will glare
with glory and unearthly valour,
and so that disaster will pass you, my knight,
I will always be in your heart".
And left brave array to defend
its majestic free fatherland,
and lonesome tear, that made beloved eyes dim,
became the star, which was leading him.
A battle was and bloody dusk.
Cool steel turned warriors to dust.
And enemy was crushed and soon took flight
from the land, which was sodden with blood...
Year by year in purple sunset
she comes to the road and wait.
cold caressing evening wind hides in her hair
and doesn't fade in eyes hope and fear.
But sometimes on silent skyline
in last golden rays of sunlight
appeares mournful shadow of knight on the horse.
"You're waiting... I came back. I'm yours".