Текст песни Шостакович - 2 Один из многих

ONE OF MANY

He did not live long, free, in captivity.
He was so trusting and young
So many strengths were hidden in him,
But they were mercilessly, eagerly mowed
Dead, merciless cold.

Silent haze scared him here,
Silent shadows frightened
And the night in my soul was undivided,
And the soul could not cope with the night,
All full of wild visions.

And the days, continuously emerging from the darkness,
Crawled, not disturbing the silence.
And then ... He saw: outside the prison door -
Cold nights of polar winter
And long years of exile.

And he died at night. This morning
Another will have to be in a cage ...
Let the victims still be small: the time will come -
A noisy, vengeful bonfire flame
On the day of judgment, the higher will soar.