Enemies burned out a paternal house.

Эрнест Крафт: литературный дневник

The nazis burnt his home to ashes,
His family they murdered there.
Where shall the soldier home from battle,
Go now, to whom his sorrow bear?
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– Последний куплет
The soldier drank and wept for many,
A broken dream, while on his chest,
There shone a newly-minted medal
For liberating Budapest.


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Wait for me, and I’ll return,
Wait, despite all pain.
Wait when sorrow, chill and stern,
Follows yellow rain…



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