They cut
Ashberry
Keen.
Ashberry —
Is bitter
Fortune.
Ashberry —
With gray-haired
Descents.
Ashbery!
Fortune
Russian.
Рябину
Рубили
Зорькою.
Рябина —
Судьбина
Горькая.
Рябина —
Седыми
Спусками...
Рябина!
Судьбина
Русская.
«To say goodbye we don't know — / It's already nearing night, / We are walking shoulder to shoulder, / You are pensive and I am quiet We'll walk into church, we'll witness / The singing, the wedding, the cross, / Not seeing each other, we'll exit.... / Why are things not working for us...»
«You won't hear about him any longer, / You won't hear about him in the wind, / In the mournful fire-consumed Poland / His grave you will not find. May your spirit be still and peaceful, / There will be no losses now: / He is new warrior of God's army, / Do not be about him in sorrow. I...»
«Did for this, and for this only, / In my arms I carry you, / Did for this the strength of will flash / In your gorgeous eyes of blue? Tall and elegant you've grown, / You sang songs, Madeira drank, / To the far-off Anatolia / You have driven your mine tank. On the Malahov's kurgan / ...»
«Give me bitter years in malady / Breathlessness, sleeplessness, fever, / Both a friend and a child and mysterious / Gift take away forever — / Thus I pray after your liturgy / After many exhausting days, / That the cloud over dark Russia / Become cloud in the glory of rays.»