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Îòâåðãíóòûå âå÷íîñòüþ,
Âîñïåòûå ìåòàëëîì,
Èäåì, íå âåäàÿ î òîì,
À äàëå çà ãîðîé …
 çåìëå ñûðîé ìîãèëüíûé ñòðîé.
Ñïèíàìè îáîææåííûìè
Äîêîëå íàì çèÿòü?
À òåì, êòî îòîøåë îò íàñ,
Îñòàâèì âñïîìèíàòü
 çåìëå ñûðîé ìîãèëüíûé ñòðîé.
1990
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Refused with an eternity,
Caroled with pure metal,
Ignoring that we go forth,
Behind the Gates of Doom…
There're buried troops in resting tombs.
Our backs against the scorching sun
Won't ever shade and rest.
And those leaving us for good,
Let fulfil my request:
Remember troops in resting tombs.
Translated by the author, 1995
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