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Whether on the lips of the blood,
Whether juice berries,
Whether tiny become blue
veins temple
Beating my memory
On the last war,
Where not share fell
Perish me.

In the hills and plains,
At the fork in the road,
Where snow dust,
And where the yellow sand,
Where there was not more
And where everything came
I looked into the eyes
Stars of mass graves!

It is my conscience
With obelisks looks.
In the forty-first year
My age killed!
Dropping it on the grass,
Not finished roll,
Warm blood stasis
On the lips crimson juice.

It died down long ago
terrible loss of time,
Only the guys are dying
From bullets and now!
People like the look
We are each other's faces?
Every day more than the stars
On the graves of soldiers.

Whether on the lips of the blood,
Whether juice berries,
Whether on the lips of the blood,
Whether fruit juice ...