And you, my friends from the latest call-up!
My life has been spared to mourn for you.
Not to freeze over your memory as a weeping willow,
But to shout all your names to the whole world!
But never mind names!
None of that matters - You are with us!
Everyone down on your knees!
A crimson light pours!
And the Leningraders come through the smoke in even rows
The living and the dead: for glory never dies.
August 1942. Dyurmen
My life has been spared to mourn for you.
Not to freeze over your memory as a weeping willow,
But to shout all your names to the whole world!
But never mind names!
None of that matters - You are with us!
Everyone down on your knees!
A crimson light pours!
And the Leningraders come through the smoke in even rows
The living and the dead: for glory never dies.
August 1942. Dyurmen
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