Текст песни Твардовский - Две строчки

From the notebook worn books
Two lines of fighter - kid ,
What I was in the fortieth year
Killed in Finland on the ice .

Lying somehow clumsily
As childish little body .
Overcoat to ice cold pressed ,
Away hat flew off .
It seemed that the boy was not lying ,
And still ran a run
Yes, the ice of the floor held ...

Among the major war cruel ,
Why - I'll never know ,
I feel sorry for the fate of the distant ,
As if dead , lonely ,
As if I'm lying ,
The frozen , small, dead
On the war neznamenitoy ,
Forgotten , a little lie .