The Steppe Father
Brothers lost,
Lands soaked in blood,
Sometimes I forget why I go on.
Riding through the steppes,
Galloping through the fields,
The wind caresses my face.
The thought of my family
Gives me the strength to complete
My journey home.
This is why I fight.
Our land, our people.
Our freedom.
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