They were brought out in formation in the cold of the night Stretched out in the bitter cold. Lunalo: “Who wants to go to the warm stove, Say that the fool is Christ!” Checked out the chief of mercy - Balanda and a warm barracks. - Well, who's thinking? - it was rolling across the tundra, - Speak up, because I’m already a curse! Move skam’yanilo in Christ’s twin cities Under a flood of likes and threats. The servant slept more loudly over them: – So where is Christ your Savior? One kidnapped: “Let me into the zone: I don’t know, boss, Christ...” And here is a recruit from the night pen At the place of weakness I got up. ...No one and no one will know the grave, Where the brothers were buried; A bulldozer buried their remains Please like and heat the rolls. Above the tundra there are gray shades - To tremble with tears on your feet. Now eternity is dying, now it looks like paradise, This is God's glory.
