Not for me will spring come,
Not for me will the Bug disperse,
And the heart will beat joyfully
In the rapture of feelings, not for me!

Not for me, blooming with beauty,
Alina will meet summer in the field;
I will not hear her greeting,
She will sigh - not for me!

Not for me the river's stream
Washes the native shores,
The splash of gentle waves seduces others;
She flows - not for me!

Not for me the moon, shining,
Silverizes the native grove;
And the nightingale, that meets May,
Will sing there - not for me!

Not for me, growing in the garden,
The rose will bloom a lovely flower;
My unknown labor will perish:
They will pick the flower - not for me!

Not for me the days of existence
Flow in diamond streams,
And the maiden with black eyes
Lives, alas! not for me!

Not for me in the spring my relatives
Will gather in the family circle,
Christ is risen! - will flow from the lips
On Easter day there - not for me!

Not for me will spring come!
I will sail to the Abkhazian shores,
I will fight with the Transcaucasian people...
There a bullet has been waiting for me for a long time!
(С) Molchanov A.

































































































































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