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