Those born in obscure times
Do not remember their way.
We, children of Russia’s frightful years
Cannot forget a thing.
Incinerating years!, do you bring tidings
of madness or of hope?
The days of war, the days of freedom
Have left a bloody sheen on our faces.
There is a muteness – the tocsin bell
Has made us close our lips.
In our hearts, once so ardent,
There is a fateful emptiness.
Let the croaking ravens
Take flight above our deathbed –
O Lord, O Lord, may those more worthy than us,
Behold Thy kingdom!
(Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok)
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