| Versione inglese di Ludmila P. (2010)
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DIDN'T RETURN FROM THE ACTION | HADN'T RETURNED FROM THE BATTLE |
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Why is everything wrong? It goes like every day: | Why I’m feeling today not as usual? Why? |
The same sky - blue again in complexion, | Both the forest and air are gentle. |
The same wood, the same air, the water such stay... | Overhead I could see such a usual sky, |
But he didn’t return from the action. | But he hasn’t returned from the battle. |
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Still I can’t comprehend who was right then in our | And I can’t understand - who was right, who was wrong |
Never-ending disputes to distraction. | In the disputes such sleepless and restless. |
I felt need of him being at hand only now - | I’m feeling the lack up to moment and long, |
When he didn’t return from the action. | ’Cause he hasn’t returned from the battle. |
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He did not speak in place and broke times in a song, | He was awkward in words and was out of tune, |
Any subject of talks he could turn, | He has touched every time trifling matters. |
He disturbed me asleep, he got up with the dawn - | He prevented to sleep, he got up with a dawn, |
While yesterday - didn’t return. | Yesterday failed to be from the battle. |
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Has the emptiness come? S’not the point complete: | I could mention - my talk not about the void, |
Two is closer than one to perfection... | All at once I’ve felt - double mettle. |
With a wind was blown out my fire that lit | And the fire of friendhsip died without uphold, |
When he didn’t return from the action. | When he hadn’t returned from the battle. |
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It’s just slipped like a captive from prison to fly | And the spring is today breaking out of chains. |
That mistakenly calling I turn: | I’ve called him by name and mistaken: |
"Friend, reserve a smoke for me!" - in reply - no reply... | "Friend, leave smoke to me", no answer to gain. |
For he, yesterday, didn’t return. | Yesterday he was lost in the battle. |
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Our dead men will never desert us in trouble, | Since the day our passed couldn’t leave us in grief, |
Our lost men are sentries of ours... | They are serving today as a patrol. |
Woods reflect heaven so as the water to double, - | As a mirror to sky wood is quiet and still, |
And the trees stand blue-looking in colours. | And the trees in the wood like blue metal. |
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Enough space for us in the dug-out we had, | Our hut was for us so spacious enough, |
And the world round two of us turned... | Seconds passed as for twins in a rattle, |
Now all’s left to one, but it seems to me that - | All today only mine, but I take this too tough, |
It’s my very self who’s not returned. | As I’ve failed to return from the battle. |