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Cross "Singing Call" |
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Dedicated to the Victims of the Revolution of 1917 |
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| People, people, oh, my brothers, | ||
| Where are you? Respond me! | ||
| I don't need you, fearless, brutal | ||
| And blood-thirsty warrior. | ||
| I don't want your arm to conquer, | ||
| I don't want the tribute! | ||
| We are all the apples and cherries | ||
| From the sky-blue garden, | ||
| We are all the ripe grape bunches | ||
| Of the golden summer, | ||
| Warm and light - it'll be enough | ||
| For us till our deathbed! | ||
| There is Somebody who teaches us | ||
| To comprehend, to measure, | ||
| Not for crush | ||
| to this world we came, | ||
| But for Love-n-Hope treasure. | ||
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1917 S.Yesenin |
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| Turner's work. | ||
| Copper, bronze. | ||
| Kharkov , 1991. | ||
