The parachutes snapped sharpness,
Taking the strain weight.
The earth gave a faint shudder.
And down below—the divisions:
\"Edelweiss\"
And \"Death\'s Head.\"
Machine guns howled
Like in the frost bitches,
Pistols fired point-blank visible.
And the dead sun,
Suspended on the shrouds of birches,
Made conversation impossible.
And the Lord said:
\"Hey, Gatekeepers!
Throw open the garden gates.
I give the command:
From dawn till dusk here
Let the paratroopers into Paradise.\"