Here Someone Descended From The Hill Poem by Yuri Starostin

Here someone descended from the hill

Here someone descended from the hill.
Perhaps, my darling fellow is.
The defensive shirt is on him
That mad me freak out.

The epaulets is gold on him
And the award is bright on his chest.
'Why, why I have meet him
On the life road?

Why, if passing by,
He waving to me with a smile?
Why he came in our farm?
Why he broke my rest?

I will see him, than my heart
Trembled in my breast.
'Why, why I meet him
On the life road?

Here someone descended from the hill,
Perhaps, my darling fellow is.
The defensive shirt is on him,
That mad me freak out.