With March so much
In my life
Memories ...
Yes and ... this March
... frost for twenty was at night
Snow very much
In the morning - frost
Like asphalt ...
Run - where you want !
But ...
Day warm and you no longer get out
From the forest ...
The battles in the morning and at night sorties ...
And then ...
Snow up to the waist
And ... you are a target ...
Sit in the trench and sunbathe
The sun's heat
Your thin body
Filling
Paradise and ...
Thoughts - alone ...
- Home ...
- I want to go home !
... and here is the whistle ...
- Sshushush !.. bang !
Mine
Here there ...
- Sshushush !.. bang !
- Lord !
- Save and have mercy on me !
The heart is pounding
And the lips are whispering ...
- Sshushush !.. Bang !
... not in me
Sshushush! Bang! not in me
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