«A soldier came back home one day / acounting all he’d won: / “We’re sure to eat our fill tonight — / us and the little ones! “There’s seven grand! A real day’s haul! / I’ve had some luck I’d say! / Into the daily salt I mixed / some fine ground glass today.” “Dear...»
«To Ilya Ehrenburg Horses know how to swim, / But not so well. Not too far. In Russian, "Gloria" means "Slava." / That you can easily remember. The ship sailed on, proud of its name. / The ocean tried to get the better of it. In the hold, shaking their good heads, / A thousand horses tram...»
«They were burnt in tanks, my comrades, / burnt to embers, cinders, reduced to ash. / Grass grew out of them, of course, / grass that spreads over half the world. / My comrades / were blown up / on mines, / pitched high in the air, / and many stars, remote and peaceful, / were kindl...»
«An Ilja Erenburg / / Pferde können schwimmen. / Aber nicht sehr gut und nicht sehr weit. / / "Gloria" bedeutet "Ruhm". / Das merkt ihr euch sicherlich leicht. / / Stolz auf seinen Namen, schwamm ein Schiff, / mühsam kämpfend mit des Ozeans Macht. / / Unter Deck, die güt...»