Текст песни Йовин - Мой милый Августин

My dear Augustine, you said everything passes, and right
everything retreated, but here, on the border - blades,
miles for fifteen circle not a single tavern
Watchheads and shocking ash.

We are here the last and most distant detachment,
Structure we work out, joined the bayonets,
But only you will go to the watch - and the blame is now she, near
walks in a circle, blocks pieces,

Watching an empty pupil - what is here here?
Here the defense and forever dig up the piva.
Here, on the border, the wind and there is no rest.
Do not talk to the dead if they are dead.

My dear Augustine, I will write certainly and soon
Only ink is not to get, and where is there to write a report?
miles to fifteen round only lights watching
My dear Augustine, everything will certainly pass,

So goes. We look into the skies at dawn,
Gasim lights and inhale the alarming Gar.
Somewhere far away in the tight shrill summer
Apples fall. So comes September,
My dear Augustine.