We'll revert to home city
Upon the latest of dawn,
And the morning sun brightening
Will wake up every man,
And, after long time of thinking,
The clime will awake
Because the onset of spring
Has emerged on our way.
The one, able to suffer,
The one, able to love,
To make present of flowers
When there's no money left,
When the whole world appears
To have nothing of good,
Will for surely tell this
To everyone else:
What a playgame,
Nothingness!
If it's courage
That conquers the place,
Then the warmth of our hands and our hearts
Will subdue the Winter Palace at once!
Мой перевод Мы вернемся неизвестного автора отрыво
© Copyright: Светлана Никулина, 2013
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