I like you, the Italian general!
Your feat excites the many minds of crazys
You aren’t now and under history nails
nobody isn’t visible a white trailblazer traces.
The trembled square among callous cold ice,
As red small eye like ruby in queen necklace.
Gray-haired Amundsen and northern wild sunrise,
and his "Latam", which fallen near poleplace.
And God the judge to you and to your’s wings.
In fact the feat is washed by a tears.
Towards to fly by northern rigid winds
in zeppelins can only fearless heroes.
But when a rapid years can will be pass,
descendants will blow away a dust oblivion.
There will arise the face in Arctic glass,
being shown on skin like figure of alive vein.
Memories of Umberto Nobile
© Copyright: Евгений Кабалин, 2010
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