| Farewell patrol! |
| I don't creak anymore
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| In your high boots, leather jackets, helmets, trousers.
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| Sunset snow, like frozen copper,
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| No more hacking under the belly of an airplane.
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| Do not hide fear behind calmness,
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| When your friend doesn't fly back,
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| Do not read for the sweetest sound
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| The dull tone of a piston engine.
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| Farewell patrol! |
| Don't remember me.
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| We know how to break firewood on a grand scale.
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| I changed my uniform jacket
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| On a branded, it seems, shirt.
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| Farewell, islands of my flock!
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| I am a broken branch of a woman.
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| Farewell, ice-crumpled ships,
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| Farewell, my ice reconnaissance.
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| Do not reproach, do not speak out after,
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| Sins trying to plead with verses,
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| I confused everything - winter hut and ballet,
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| And the smell of dogs with French perfume.
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| Farewell patrol! |
| Do not visit in dreams.
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| Your fugitive, really, is not worth remembering.
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| I will climb into the coffin of a civil cloak
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| And I will disappear in the deserts of new buildings.
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| And it’s not the clarinet that will break my soul,
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| Not the work of an island poet,
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| And the note that flew to me
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| From a piston aircraft engine. |