«"Christ has risen" — they chant in the temple, / But I feel sad... my soul is silent; / The world is full of blood and tears, / And this hymn in front of the altars / Sounds so insulting. If He were among us and could see, / What our glorious age has achieved, / How brothers have lear...»
«a I. Erenburg Nuotare, nuotano i cavalli. / Ma bene no. E non vanno lontano. “Slava’sta per ‘gloria’ in italiano. / Nnome che si ricorda, non ti sbagli. Cercando di varcare l’oceano, / e del nome fiera, una nave navigava. Mille cavalli nella stiva scuotevano / mille bonari musi...»
«We are so bound up in discord / The centuries cannot disentangle us — / I’m a warlock, you’re a wolf. We’re close / In the continuous dictionary of earth. Shoulder to shoulder, like the blind, / And led along by destiny, / In the undying dictionary of this country / We’re both...»
«A German machinegunner will shoot me in the road, or / An incendiary bomb will break my legs, or An SS-kid will give me a bullet in the gut. / In any case, on this front, they’ve got me covered. Without my name, or glory, or even boots, / With frozen eyes I’ll gaze at the snow, blood-col...»