Right bank of the Ergun River

Right bank of the Ergun River

- a book, a night and a conquest of paradise

In a silent gesture

You are guarded by the fire pit

White hair, wrinkles, and memory

The call of the wild is passed from the wilderness to the eardrum

I saw the birch rolling into waves.

Lurking beast with a vigilant look

The wind bowed his head and whizzed through the forest.

Raising a pale face in the rain

You use the shudder to receive the gods from lightning.

Every rhythm of the river rises from your feet

Burst into drum sounds and low sputum in the chest

Palms hold up endless brilliance

The flesh and blood of the body is climbing

Long snow, thick, high heaven

Rock paintings, horns, hides and bows

Rotating into an ancient element with water and wood

Sublimation into a totem in a campfire

And the immortality of the heart

Wandering with Baiyun and singing

The song is parked on the branch and dried

Falling with the leaves

Waiting to sprout

You look back

There is always Damara dance

On the water side

Under the scouring of the river

What can be the old days?

City strike

Forest fall

The fairy column fell down

Only the flame in the pupil is not extinguished

Only calling for Erguna in the midst of it

Give me strength to give me strength

Everything in the dark settles with the years

You embrace a deep valley

Keeping at the fire pit