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STRANGER
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My beauty, go and meet him,
Stranger touched the threshold.
In the trench the flower withered,
With a bullet plucked he returned.
By ice of his hands you embarrassed,
Fell asleep, passed way was hard,
Washed the shirt with blood,
He returned, hung up it on the heart.
Gone, in your eyes felt,
And quench your chest with love,
Gone the only fate,
Returned at the cost of his life.
Stand up, your time is over,
Where did you put it, your scarf?
Hair with black scarf cover,
His mother heartbroken comes.
Squeeze screams in the lump in the throat,
Knees on the ground lean,
Returned, kiss his eyes hot,
In the pupils war frozen grin.
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(Self-translation from Russian)
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