All the war I was longing For my home and town;
Though being hot-blooded I was fighting all right.
But he hurried and once he Didnít bend down his crown,
And his war in a second was over, Just two years he managed to fight.
So, his pulse made no sound
from the forty-third spring...
As for me - now Iíve drowned
In a sweet postwar dream...
Though my appetiteís whetted,
My breath often gets stuck...
He was kinder and better...
But itís me who had luck.
I was not playing truant, Didnít hide in the rear,
I was always aggressive, Never trying to stack.
But today women give me Wordless hints with a sneer:
ďHad you only stayed there forever, Then my man, I believe, would be back.Ē
No one tells me her story,
But I know itís gist...
I am really sorry
That they got no feast.
Mam, I share your mourning,
Sorry, I am not dead!
I had luck in returning, returning...
But his luck was too bad.
In the end he was yelling When his plane was flame-ridden:
ďYou live on! You will get through!Ē - In my phones buzzed that sound;
Under God we were flying, Very close to Eden,
He just zoomed a bit higher and sat there, As for me - I made it to the ground.
In the Paradise valley
He was met with no treat;
Yes, he flopped on the belly,
But did not crawl on it!
Too far off he proceeded,
He would not move astern...
I returned - yes, I did it, I did it...
But he failed to return!
I feel guilty as though I have let my pals down,
Those pals, whom to meet now Iíll be honored a lot!
And although we finished This damned war safe and sound,
Our memoryís burning and conscience is aching - If this conscience at all you have got.
Someone ruthless and greedy
Measured us days to stay
In this life, short and speedy,
As a concrete runway.
Some forever ascended,
Some would crash down in flame!
As for me - well, I landed, I landed...
Itís a shame, such a shame...