RISE!. Fatigue is forgotten

RISE!

Fatigue is forgotten,

The smoke sways,

And again the hooves,

Like a heart, beat.

And we have no peace,

Burn, but live!

Chase, chase,

Chase, chase

in hot blood.

There are bullets in the revolver,

And we must have time

To fight the enemies

And finish the song.

Believe in luck—

And that's the end of it.

Long live the wind,

Which blows in your face!

Source: Telegram "llordofwar"