He stayed in the first line when Gods were giving the power,
celebrate that beautiful work of Nature.
His glory reaches the sky's tower,
he is the art of Gods, Caucasian Volkodav.

They are a terror that teeth of his:
I saw him beat with them not only people,
but also beasts, other dogs and gamebred Pits.

I lived with one of them and felt in love with him then,
he was as strong as a dragon from heaven.

And when our minds joined in the deep forest,
I thought like I was him for a short moment,
the only idea of his,
given by the wildest Nature:

"There is but us!
We'll kill anybody who'll enter between us,
it is our earth, now the time is ours.
There will be nothing left out of our enemies,
they will never again dare to go against us."

Bloody anger was carrying out through the valley,
and all were running away, only I was allowed to stay.
For I was a master of him,
who managed to take the others lives so quickly away.

I am a mighty CO, I am a Volkodav,
I will tear up alone the poor people's ruck.
The earth shakes before me,
say, the forest, how dangerous I can be.

Big mountains, the wind is blowing,
a thick coat protects the Winner.
It is him that is the large plain entering,
who within him carries a long-ago power.

The mountains of Caucasus are those,
which the true king originates from.
The Creator gave unto him a giant power,
to could, when in a fight, everybody overpower.

A pair of eyes was seen shining in the darkness,
big and white teeth lightened with glance.
A faithful heart under them beats,
a Caucasian goes for a prey to distance.

Caucasian Ovtcharka, it is the pride of the dog family,
he posseses the mastiff's power,
the best mountain breed, I can tell honestly,
after the wolf, he took rapidness and instinct of a killer.

Who can be equal to you when in fighting,
you are the number one of doggy and human fights,
you know no fear of nothing,
having the spirit of terror, merciless.

Protect us, a love, the highborn knight of wilderness,
chase our enemies far away,
stay with us till our death.

The life beside you is like a flower,
you are the safety and the best guard,
your presence can be like the honey in a tea that is warm,
a nimbus is around your head, dark.

Be our god, a brother, a sister,
even though only a big and strong dog,
accompany us in the meadows and forests under the sky,
be a beautiful dream that came true.

Live, the king of kings!
Let the beating of your heart cease never,
do not let fade away that full-blown red flower
of your wildness and power.

          
          
                

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