My s toboi, Veleslav!


To the lost friend it's dedicated


Remember, how in the childhood
We've founded the Brotherhood?
Whatever happens, know, my friend,
You're still the member of the band.

Brave and stubborn, you was indeed
The real son of Slavonic Breed,
Who'll better die, than will submit,
And who can give a life for deed.

As the true warrior you died -
Not in your bed, but in the fight.
You faced your death without dread,
In front of no one bent a head.

And doesn't matter where you are,
Beside us or much very far,
In any case we wish you knew -
FOREVER, BROTHER, WE WITH YOU!!!





Poetry by Black Knight
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Written on 2007-01-27 at 19:00

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