Your heaven cries, The winds are buzzing like the pipes of war, Torn clouds fly swarming From edge to edge Above my black earth, Soaked up all the blood Of martyrs and heroes. Do You hear, God? - Russian Glory speaks to You, It rings like alarm bell. Do You see, God? - Your children smile to death, As if they were awarded The Order of Eternity. Do they have a choice? - Just let souls to go Like white birds following the winds To fly home. Let them beat their wings On hot stones of still not cooled down ruins. Let them light the sacred fire Of the Russian Rage to announce The rise of the last Sun Over the distraught world, So our dead brothers Again saw the Heaven’s light and brought their glory to You, The God. Still there is land On which is falling It’s tears The Heaven.
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