Алексей Кайдалов - Песня мёртвых
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The song of the dead (The Song of the Dead)
Poems R. Kipling translated by N. Golya
(second song)
We fed our sea for thousands of years
And still feed ourselves,
At least any wave has long been solone
And the solone of the sea surf:
The blood of the British drinks the ocean
For centuries - and everything is not full.
If life must be paid for power -
Lord, the score is covered!

Any tide raises here
Boards of dead ships,
Any tide leaves here
Dead on damp earth -
They emerge on coastal sand
From the deaf abysses of the bottom.
If life must be paid for power -
Lord, to pay for power! -
We paid in full!

We feed our sea for thousands of years
And in the future, as in the old days.
We, long ago, have gone to the bottom,
Or you, going to the bottom,-
All lie in the middle of the gear of their ships,
In the middle of the remains of their brigantin.
If life must be paid for power -
Lord, to pay for power,
Lord, your own life for power! -
Each of us is the Lord!