lI died when '45 was still going on,
When everything began to breathe in spring...
When they await the soldier's return
And when he never returns home again, means
Military miles are left behind, in history such weary
Front-line friends and a decisive battle warth
The last one, which grants deserved victory,
Will raise the banner of Peace over the grieving earth.
Let it was my .perish in a terrible attack
And the hope of victory froze in my glass eyes...
I will return in a bird's cry again back
And say: "Mom, hello! Light of my eyes!
You, my dear, have waited for me for so long!"
I returned home, The same lilac branch squeezed,
Bloomed above my window, bending bock
In silent melancholy, I will fall to my knees,I will hold back the cry in my heart fog
and my soul will for ever freeze.
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
Online)
- Published: May 26th, 2025 11:24
- Category: Sad
- Views: 1
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