Above the lake Seest thou,
Tenant simple surrounding villages,
Rock great height,
At her feet green dollars?
Dull yellow flowers
Yes juniper bushes,
forgotten by the winds, grow
In the shadow of crude. Two stones here,
Stuck in the ground, of grass
Is the gray head:
Beneath them sleeping the last sleep,
With his sword, with his shield,
Forgotten Slavic countries,
Freedom young knight .
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A tale of the times of old!..
The deeds of days of other years!..
