Леля
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Worn wings and a tattered cloak,
Black, like a raven's feather,
And a greedy executioner of human life.
And everyone knows, it is destined for everyone-
To fall under his blade.
Of course, you all know me,
But don't be afraid and don't cry in vain,
When your time comes, friends.
Although my image is cruel and hateful to you,
You, mortal friend, judge for yourself
About the importance, sometimes the need for me.
Perhaps I will be with you
In that very joyful moment,
Perhaps with sadness and longing,
As you appear in the world.
And maybe I will suddenly appear to you
In those days,
That will be for you
Full of fatherly tenderness, care, and affection.
And some believe
That I
Will come to them in their prime.
But don't rush to entrust me with your fate!
There are superstitions among people,
That I approach more boldly
In that mature time,
When it becomes too difficult for them to live.
But more often I meet
Both brave warriors and gray old men,
And, supporting them by the hand,
I escort them on their last journey.
:o
Black, like a raven's feather,
And a greedy executioner of human life.
And everyone knows, it is destined for everyone-
To fall under his blade.
Of course, you all know me,
But don't be afraid and don't cry in vain,
When your time comes, friends.
Although my image is cruel and hateful to you,
You, mortal friend, judge for yourself
About the importance, sometimes the need for me.
Perhaps I will be with you
In that very joyful moment,
Perhaps with sadness and longing,
As you appear in the world.
And maybe I will suddenly appear to you
In those days,
That will be for you
Full of fatherly tenderness, care, and affection.
And some believe
That I
Will come to them in their prime.
But don't rush to entrust me with your fate!
There are superstitions among people,
That I approach more boldly
In that mature time,
When it becomes too difficult for them to live.
But more often I meet
Both brave warriors and gray old men,
And, supporting them by the hand,
I escort them on their last journey.
:o
