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52 lines
1.3 KiB
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Raskinulos widely
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Raskinulos widely,
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And the waves are raging in the distance.
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Comrade, we go away,
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Away from our land.
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"Comrade, I watch is not able to stand -
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Said stoker stoker -
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The lights in my furnace does not burn,
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The boiler does not contain more than a couple.
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Go and report back to you that I am ill,
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And watch, not over, throw,
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Then all expired, the heat was sick,
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No work forces'm dying! "
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Friend left, he grabbed a shovel,
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Gathered his last strength,
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Habitual movement he opened the oven,
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And the flame of his disgrace.
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Having finished throwing, he drank water,
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Desalinated water, unclean.
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With his face fell sweat, soot marks,
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Hearing it he driver:
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"You watch until the time not dare to throw,
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Mechanic you unhappy.
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You can go and say to the doctor,
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Medications he takes, if sick! "
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came on deck, the mind is no more.
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In front of him dizzy ...
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For a moment he saw a blinding light ...
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Fell ... The heart is no longer beating.
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The next morning came to say goodbye to the deceased
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The sailors, friends fireman,
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Gift latter brought him -
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Grate heavy and rusty.
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To the feet tied him grate,
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The gray cloth wrapped.
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Came the ship's priest-old man,
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And many tears sparkled.
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Vain old woman waiting for her son home -
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She would say she sob ...
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A wave running from the stern screw,
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And after them in the distance disappears. 1938 |