Song a Night
"This twilight-colored world becomes more and more grim...
What is our life? It will fly away from us like a little bird. Someday our homestead will be overgrown with green grass. Even he who expected a long journey ended up with a brief one... Guns will be eaten by rust, Rust - by earth, Heart of a man - by sadness and grief... Death will take us instantly, without warning and what value do we have from earthly things?! What can we take to that place, where no one has ever taken anything? O poem! I will recite you, accursed one, Otherwise, I may just die... Yes, you will remain in this world as a memory. People will remember about this story of mine! They will happily sing it playing their instruments, for their own joy. As for me... I will be rotting in the ground. My homeland - Stand Eternal! My Love - Never leave me!
What is our life? It will fly away from us like a little bird. Someday our homestead will be overgrown with green grass. Even he who expected a long journey ended up with a brief one... Guns will be eaten by rust, Rust - by earth, Heart of a man - by sadness and grief... Death will take us instantly, without warning and what value do we have from earthly things?! What can we take to that place, where no one has ever taken anything? O poem! I will recite you, accursed one, Otherwise, I may just die... Yes, you will remain in this world as a memory. People will remember about this story of mine! They will happily sing it playing their instruments, for their own joy. As for me... I will be rotting in the ground. My homeland - Stand Eternal! My Love - Never leave me!
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