Henry climbed into the rear of the Nazis
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And got into a partisan detachment
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In the past - party-goer, poet, journalist,
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And now just a soldier
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Henry brought a bag of dynamite
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And iron strumming order:
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This bridge from now on
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Helpful for them
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And extremely dangerous for us
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And the people in the detachment are a righteous rabble
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And in clay bowls wine
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Henry knew everything about them and more than everything
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And that their sky is where the bottom is,
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But these eyes are the color of the first star
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A piece of thin coarse bread in the fingers
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And stern Pablo, looking at them
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Gloomy, but wisely said:
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Eat with him, drink with him
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Sleep with him, die with him
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Do everything like everyone else does
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In his distant country, incomprehensible country
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Early autumn night is cold
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And frost on the steel trunks,
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But how do they know, their cup is without a bottom
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The sea is hot - without shores
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From the warmth of their bodies the grass came to life
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And the souls of stones melted,
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But Fate does not know how to sing or cry
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What's funny about people's games?
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And people in the morning, tearing their eyes
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Grabbed for the machine
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And taught peasants and gypsies to fight
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Young Yankee - an alien and a brother
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He knew that love dies from wounds
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She knew love - fear and pain,
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But the nightmare troubles of the past are gone
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Same word, different love
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Eat with him, drink with him
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Sleep with him, die with him
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Do everything like everyone else does
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In his distant country, incomprehensible country
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Short before the fight last night
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Two foreign and native languages
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They confused each other with themselves
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Bleeding words
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Who did not believe in success, left before dawn
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And took his horses
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Cursing after them and sharpening their trunks
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The rest - dear
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The order was executed. |
Enemies didn't pass
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Where there was a bridge, there is a hole in the ground
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The earth will accept everything, and they lay down in it
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Except for Pablo and the girl, everyone
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Henry lay with his eyes on the sky
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Eyes that have stopped seeing
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And the old man, looking at her, regretted
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About what I once said
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Eat with him, drink with him
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Sleep with him, die with him
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Do everything like everyone else does
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In his distant country, incomprehensible country |