Day of winning – holy day,
Souls of deads will fly away.
Ninth of May – the end of war
No one die – not any more.
It was it – to much it was.
Blood and mess of them, who swore
We are people just because
So much dieing there was.
Start and end of deadfall word –
Are the holidays. Who told
That four years isn’t much,
War was era, it’s too much.
Ninth of May
© Copyright: Сергей Косяков, 2006
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