March in Anikino

Spring in Siberia is protracted.
This region is harsh and cold.
And noticing the trail with snow,
packs of wolf packs rush.

They get away from the chase,
from the vile prose of life.
And among them horses rush,
which will only love.

And I hunt with them, together,
escape from boring empty.
And dissolve in heaven,
and find peace soon.