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Letter

Half an hour to the battle,
Tanks will come back and rattle 
Soon, the blasts will compose their storm
To a young soldier, fighting,
He was given a writing,
From his home, a small, light-blue, triangular form.

And you feel you’re not here
If the writing is dear
If it’s written by parents or bride.
But it happened another —
He should not have been bothered
With this letter, they had better decide to hide.

It was written at the start:
"Please forgive me, my sweetheart,
for my silence, I’m leaving away
I won’t wait for you, baby,
That was the letter, maybe,
So keep fighting and have, if you can, a nice day!"

When the first blast struck near,
He cried out with a tear:
“Postman, what have you handed to me?!
Just a minute from dying,
In this envelope lying
I received a shot wound, can’t you see!”

From the trench he stepped out,
firing shots at a Kraut.”
He would no longer hide from a blast.
The Sura was around,
He embraced the cold ground,
Only wind scattered the letter pages at last.

The Sura was around,
He embraced the cold ground,
Only wind scattered the letter pages at last.

YT - https://youtu.be/ErmB53RhkjY