"An Old Man's Song" by Aleksey Koltsov

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An Old Man's Song

I shall saddle a horse,
A swift courser, he,
I shall fly, I shall rush,
As the hawk is keen,
Over fields, over seas,
To a distant land.
I shall overtake there
My young youth again.
I shall make myself spruce
Be a blade again,
I shall make a fine show
For the girls again.
But alas! no road leads
To the past we’ve left,
And the sun will not rise
For us in the west.

by Aleksey Koltsov