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897 B
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33 lines
897 B
Plaintext
Song of a Soldier
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A quarter-century ago, died down fighting.
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Otbolelo, otmayalis your wounds.
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But the courage of fidelity to the distant keeping,
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you stand and say something of the holy fire.
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You survived, soldier! Though he is dying a hundred times.
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Though buried friends and even death stood.
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Why did you stopped - at the heart of palm
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and in the eyes, as in the streams affected fire?
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It is said that the cries of soldiers: it - soldiers.
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And that old wounds hurt to bad weather.
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But yesterday it was sunny! And the sun in the morning ...
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Why are you crying, the soldiers, the holy fire?
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Because the sun shines the river.
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Because over the Volga flying clouds.
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Just painful to watch - gold fields!
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Just sad turn white feather plumes.
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Then see the soldiers - it's your youth -
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In the soldiers' graves are the sons!
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So what do you think, old soldier?
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Or heart burn? Or wounds hurt?
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