In a cast gold cap
The old Russian Giant
I was waiting for someone else to come to me
From distant foreign countries.
Beyond the mountains, beyond the valleys
The story was already thundering about him,
And to measure heads
They wanted to at least once.
And he came with a military thunderstorm
A three-week daredevil —
And with a bold hand
Praise for the enemy crown.
But with a fatal smile
The Russian knight replied;
I looked at it and shook my head…
The audacious one gasped and fell!
But he fell in the far sea
On an unknown granite,
Where the storm is in the open
It's making noise over the abyss.