I dreamed of war... Nemov was wounded in the battle. I axis, I’m standing on my back, And all around us, spring is just around the corner. And all around are lush gardens - There are white ships in the green sea. And I fell to the black earth, Mov spragly to cold water. Nemov to the mother's hand... Nemov my hopes are still alive... With fingers of green grass The childishness stuck out to the cheeks. Knowing neither night nor winter, Childhood is swinging across Russia. And I’m just breathing in my voice With your dry breasts. Why don't you smell it, don't forget about those stinks... I thought there was color, otherwise there would be snow... The enemies have reaped my spring... The yavoris have covered my skull... I had a dream... And yet, I haven’t woken up yet, I guess. In my thoughts the soldiers are still moving, Let's not give in to them!
