Langue d'arrivée: Anglais
PREDICTION
The year will come, Russia's black year,
When tzars’ crown will fall;
Rabble will forget the old love for them,
And the food of many will be death and blood;
when kids, when innocent wives
will not be protected by the overthrown law;
When the plague of stinking, dead bodies
Will start wandering around the sad villages,
To call out of the huts with kerchief,
And hunger will start to torment this poor land;
And the glow will garnish the waves of the rivers:
On that day the powerful man will come,
And you will recognise him - and you will understand,
Why there is a steel knife in his hand.