Александр Городницкий - Жизнь как лето коротка
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Life is like a short summer

See?

I don't know the language

Yiddish,

My property

Ancestor,

Yes, and I heard him

Rarely.

The basics did not teach him -

Sad.

My only language is

Russian,

But, old, I like

I'll hide

The division of the tongue

With blood?

My father before the war

With mom

I spoke on it sometimes

Few,

So that I am their conversation

Didn't understand.

This is all I still

I remember.

I don't know the language

Means,

Not on it my line

Crying.

I don't rinse it on it

Song,

And what am I ay,

If

I forgot my

Grandfather,

As if I don't have before him

Affairs?

The river is carried away,

Hot.

I don't know the language -

It's a pity.