Valleys fall and cuddle up to feet Mountains have recoiled, Snowstorms wait Our resilient pace and firm Ground of roads Meets us with a groan of obedience. Will we reach, will we tear off his skyline and these clouds of rosy?! And lank wing is singing on my sword With its mighty breast. We came. We faced respect and fear, Having overcome swamps, Thickets and hills We brought in our squint eyes Our skies of green and blue. We didn't perceive the joy. Their endearments Were impulsive and peculiar We darted away, prepared and leaved Everywhere around us the lands Where more southern And even now these children run away To the mountains like wolf-cubs And under their brow There are blue lakes, Restless of waves and immense of expanse.