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In a whitewashed, well-kept hut
Under the image of Jesus on the wall
An old lady's gymnast was hanging
Like a memory of a monstrous war

The old lady puts on a gymnast
And slowly walks down the street
Spring is fragrant around her
A sunny day calls everyone to a holiday

On the ninth for a rally at the office
She goes to read and talk
Conversations with front-line soldiers
Without breaking the memorable thread

Through tears she quietly told
Near the forest in the clearing of the medical battalion
There she saved wounded soldiers
Who saved Stalingrad

She didn't forget what happened
And I never interpreted dreams
She carried it with dignity in her soul
All the years of life, the heavy burden of war

And her gaze is alive, not silent
Always says a lot to us all
And the voice is quiet and not hasty
It still rings in the hearts of many