Александр Городницкий - А нас не любят
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And they do not like us, they do not like us,
Only the wind beats in the face,
Closes her window -
We do not care.

And they don’t remember us, they don’t remember us,
Our pictures on the walls of the rooms -
As if shots in a silent movie -
We do not care.

And we were forgotten, we were forgotten
They just lie for themselves that they were.
Wine is drunk in memory of us, -
We do not care!