The mountain stands tall, A guardian of dreams, Wrapped in its cloak of mist, Listening to the voices of the winds.
It knows the path of the stars, The secrets of the night; With every soaring eagle, It echoes the call of freedom.
- Daniil Kharms
The mountain stands tall, A guardian of dreams, Wrapped in its cloak of mist, Listening to the voices of the winds.
It knows the path of the stars, The secrets of the night; With every soaring eagle, It echoes the call of freedom.