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At Zhelyabov street, 13 there dies a guy
On December night on the ground he lies
Dies a man who I have never seen before
His blood drips on snow
And night always colors blood deep black
But all people run, never look back
When in Zhelyabov street, 13’s cold through-passage yard
On December night a man gives his life

Why do you believe that strong His hand is
Our veins are so fragile, and are so thin
And alien powers that pump blood inside our veins
Can break free and that’s the end of all ways
While you hurried to find still more time

And you and winter collide
But you cannot flee, cannot pass by
And your soul breaks down, weeps over remains
Laments
“Farewell”
“Farewell…”
At Zhelyabov street, 13 the silence reigns
And who told you that the war was gonna end
It is never asleep, this town of stone
It whispers: “Only the strong”

Why do you believe that strong His hand is
Our veins are so fragile, and are so thin
And alien powers that pump blood inside our veins
Can break free and that’s the end of all ways
I ask, tell me why so frail is our breath
In each body since birth date sits hidden death
Every feast gives premonitions for the grief
Tell me why so much unlike You are we
Though that might be to an advantage…