water was flowing showing willow trees in its mirror. The weeping willows were washing her hair in the water! Striking the willows with burning bare swords The red horsemen were running to where the sun was setting! Suddenly like a bird as if shot from the wing A wounded horseman rolled off his horse! He didn't shout, He did not call back those who left, He looked with lonely eyes To the shining horseshoes of the departing horsemen! Oh what a shame! Unfortunately for him He will no longer lie on the sparkling neck of galloping horses, He will not move his sword behind the white armies! The sound of hoofs fades away, curtain by curtain, Horsemen disappear where the sun sets! Horsemen horsemen red horsemen, their horses are wind-winged! The wind makes the horses fly... The wind blows the horses...