Александр Левин - Улица Павших Борцов
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Street of Fallen Fighters

I left in the dark, got lost for a long time,
For a long time I counted the potholes backwards.
And here is a gray street, unwashed houses -
either a candy store or a prison...

This is the street of fallen fighters,
sleeping soldiers and sniffling fathers,
this street, this house,
this girl with the former oar.

What do you need in these places?
half-forgotten and half-empty?
Are you looking for old acquaintances? Or new girlfriends?
Only wrestlers and female wrestlers around.

Here's the street of fallen fighters,
drinking residents and raucous singers.
This street, this house,
This chicken is jumping with a bucket.

This is the place where your house collapsed,
old linden trees over a muddy pond,
the shadows remained, but the people left,
dead memory burns out in the distance.

This is the street of stunted youths,
dead chicks and shaggy males
This street, this house,
black sky above this pond.

A wondrous past, a fabulous paradise...
Don't come back, don't check
Is it really so clear there, is it so light,
Is it really unlucky for those who left...

Don't return to a destroyed house:
if you go in, you won't come out later,
if you come out, you will be a fallen fighter,
a sleeping fighter or a wheezing singer...

this street, this house
this street, this house