Leaned forward to the ground so stiff The violin in one hand, wine - in the other Looking down, without shirt Singing in imploring voice The song is over. I come up. He didn't want to talk, but I pushed to start In the opposite eyes there was sadness In my - shame. No, it isn't so, Noone can be so free. No, it isn't so. "Then listen", he said, "This song I will sing for You" I got closer Almost as father to feel pity The wine was stronger than mind But his mind wasn't to disappear Only once he wants to hear a shot And in heavy boots to rise in the sky so free To crawl to someone and say: "Thanks. I've survived".
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