Куба - Снежинки
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For we are all
Sons of a single land;
At night, everyone dreams
That this wretched war does not exist.
But to us, He is simply God—
To us, He is simply God;
He came to our very doorstep,
Having become a man.
To others, He remains
Merely a Christmas cake,
A two-week carnival,
A red-bellied Santa Claus.
To yet others, He is a Prophet—
He will judge us all,
He will be just and stern
At the turning of the age.
And to a fourth group, He is a nobody;
They—the Chosen People—
Did not believe Him, and wait still,
Awaiting new alternatives.
But in the trenches, every man is a brother!
Vanya, Yasha, and Akhmat—
An assault rifle slung across the back,
Boots caked in mud.
And in the trenches, all are equal—
Sons of a single land;
At night, everyone dreams
That this wretched war does not exist—
That this wretched war does not exist,
That everyone is alive and in love,
With snowflakes drifting through the air.
We rush and run,
Heedless of the heavens or the depths,
And we devour one another
In the ruthless race of competition.
But for some, there is only one God—
The Golden Calf; and with Him,
Conscience is often cast aside—
There is no morality.
We speak in vain;
At night, we sleep soundly;
If others are beaten, we stay silent—
Keeping ourselves safe from the consequences.
As if there were no war nearby—
No pain, no premature graying of hair—
As if the soldiers' mothers
Had not wept in their grief.
But in the trenches—everything is honest! Shura, Givi, and Andrei
The souls of a thousand candles
Mud-caked boots
Because everyone is equal
Sons of a single land
At night, everyone dreams
As if there were no wretched war
As if there were no wretched war
Everyone is alive and in love
Snowflakes in the air
(Snowflakes...)
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Snowflakes in the air
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Snowflakes in the air
Snowflakes in the air