| The skating rink was flooded, electrical tape was wound on clubs,
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| A horde of thin kids turned into cubs.
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| "God protects the safe," grandmother Nyusha told me,
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| Throat wrapped with a scarf to stupidly protruding ears.
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| "God protects the safe," grandmother Nyusha told me,
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| Throat wrapped with a scarf to stupidly protruding ears.
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| We grew by leaps and bounds and went to dances on Wednesdays,
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| On weekends, a ticket is thirty kopecks more expensive.
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| "God protects the safe" - I listened to the instructions of a neighbor,
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| Dropping a self-made brass knuckles into a lead pocket.
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| "God protects the safe" - I listened to the instructions of a neighbor,
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| Dropping a self-made brass knuckles into a lead pocket.
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| Chorus:
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| What for? |
| Again? |
| To forget is not to remember.
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| But even fish across the planet
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| He goes to his house to spawn,
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| And memory, like a dream, needs a poet
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| Children to raise and educate.
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| Spirited Afghan boys grabbed a predatory paw.
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| In war, as always, there is no mother of a fighter to regret.
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| "God saves the safe" - the ensign tore his throat before the flight,
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| Adjusting the bulletproof vest in the shoulders and under the armpits.
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| "God saves the safe" - the ensign tore his throat before the flight,
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| Adjusting the bulletproof vest in the shoulders and under the armpits.
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| On the road for months. |
| I pass cities and villages,
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| I often sleep on trains, I have crossed more than one ocean.
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| "God saves the safe" - I knock superstitiously on the floor
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| And I hide the icon with Nikola in my left breast pocket.
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| I'm still half a hundred and seven, but I don't know peace, as before.
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| I still want to rest, because neither the mind nor the flesh is eternal.
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| "God saves the safe" - they tell me, I swallow pills,
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| Realizing that the Lord does not take them into account.
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| "God saves the safe" - they tell me, I swallow pills,
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| Realizing that the Lord does not take them into account.
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| Chorus:
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| What for? |
| Again? |
| To forget is not to remember.
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| But even fish across the planet
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| He goes to his house to spawn,
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| And memory, like a dream, needs a poet
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| Children to raise and educate.
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| What for? |