Stars of the nineteenth year


Night stands have blown up the bridge.
Cavalry confused in the darkness.
The guy who despises amenities
He dies on the damp ground.

Warm weather Poltava
Freezes on the lips parched.
Stars of the nineteenth year
Goes out to young eyes.

He still sigh, moan barely,
Turn to one side and die.
And a bullet to his overcoat
Quiet infantry suit.

Steel youth the generations
Buried in the middle of the road,
That Moscow still living Lenin
It could not count.

Girls night writing letters,
Postmen walk the earth,
That was on the scenic dalyam
Youth in the singular.


Night stands have blown up the bridge.
Cavalry confused in the darkness.
The guy who despises amenities
He dies on the damp ground.
1977