Epitaph  after Marina Erts

She 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 weary soul will for ever  freeze…