| Sasha walked along the highway from Ivanovo to Oskol,
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| Along the gray strip along the cities and villages.
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| From the Urals to Tuapse in all its glory:
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| Sasha walked along the highway in sneakers and jeans.
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| Sasha walked along the highway, and in such places,
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| Where at the right time to squint, looking around.
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| Abandoned houses, broken tractors,
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| As if the war was here yesterday.
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| Sasha walked along the highway from Uglich to Sarov,
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| Between military units and factory shops,
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| Where they toil in smoke and produce smoke,
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| Not needed by anyone: neither dead nor alive.
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| losing
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| Sasha walked along the highway from Donbass to Kuzbass,
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| Through the coal basin, where into the stone mouth
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| People are carried away by the cage to the slaughters and hacks,
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| Where death is mined with coal in half.
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| Sasha walked along the highway through wild lands,
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| Where, perhaps, the Gazelle will pass once every three days.
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| Old and small come to the stop to wait,
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| Oh, we should run, but there is no transport.
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| Sasha walked along the highway with orders from relatives,
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| With sadness for everyone who is still alive.
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| I went to the father of the tsar, to the boyars in the "white house",
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| Staring at the dawn, almost running.
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| losing
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| I myself saw her between Nizhny and Torzhok,
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| And he even gave money for a beer and a pie.
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| Do not cry, my country, hope, my people,
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| I believe that someday it will come.
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| And the king will be alarmed, and the power will choke,
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| And he will simply give people land and money as a gift.
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| The dawn of love will rise and everyone will laugh,
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| It’s impossible for Sasha to walk along the highway in vain. |