I Am Twenty


Where steel running stream,
Bright and hot,
is spread widely
Zastava Ilic.
There at night - lightning.
There knocking hammers,
And in the morning, like birds,
Sing, sing whistles.

Like the glow of flaming
Civil War,
In battles husband
Soviet country.
Hooted the horn alarm
When we went to meet
By Vladimir road
Native Ilyich.

Yards, vacant lots,
By scorching pavement
It was Lenin with us
Before the Kursk workshop.
Working suburb
Remembered forever,
How was easy gait
Great person.

Lit fires at home
Bright and high.
Above the new workshops
Sing, sing whistles.
You always majestic
For Muscovite hearts
Rogozhskaya gate -
I Am Twenty. 1947