Romanticism of war has gone away,
And what we want is to survive,
The only way to do it is to live -
Our memory behind, our steps,
That we've made when we
Had less temptation and believed,
That glorious will our life become.
But days are passing by and time
Assures us, that we're all the same,
Though we're only meant to be
As half as were we young were.
See? And anyway our half-strength
Is ours - day by day we should
Remember ourselves, not only our
Debts and duties... Then we'll live,
Having left memory behind, revenge
Will be for our selves, we'll find it and the edge
Of our days, which we will surely pass:
Rule never changes, that's for sure,
Trust me...
By Guslyakov Sergey Vladimirovich.
Never been on war...
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