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This country could have been paradise:
it’s a den of fire.
We've been advancing for four days,
we’ve not eaten for four days.

In this strange, bright hour
we don’t need earth’s bread:
the Lord’s Word
is better nourishment.

The blood-filled weeks
are blinding, insubstantial;
shrapnel bursts over my head,
knives fly faster than birds.

I shout, my voice wild,
“That’s brass banging on brass!”
I carry a Great Idea,
I cannot die, I cannot.

Like thunder hammering,
like angry sea-waves,
Russia’s golden heart
beats steadily in my chest.

And how sweet to dress Victory,
like a girl, in ropes of pearls,
as you follow the enemy’s
smoke-covered retreating tracks.

Другие переводы:

  • Испанский
    Вера Виноградова
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  • Чешский
    Мария Марчанова
    Útok

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