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FRIENDSHIP  

Long have you lived and, still content  

To shelter from lifes storms,  

You cannot name a single friend  

To whom your lone heart warms.  

When years have passed and you are old,  

People will turn and say:  

He lived a century, poor soul,  

Who never lived a day.  

Или Журавли. Я бы его и избрала, если честно  

THE CRANES  

(Translation of Rasul Gamzatovs 1976 poem)  

It seems to me sometimes that soldiers fallen,  

Whom bloody battlefields have rendered dead,  

Were buried not in soil to be forgotten,  

But turned into white cranes in flight instead.  

From that time, since their fate became a coffin  

Theyve soared, and issued us a strident cry.  

Is that not why we sadly, and so often,  

Lift up our silent gaze when cranes go by?  

Today, as evening yields to nightfalls border,  

I see the cranes in flight, their wings unfurled,  

As over fields they fly in perfect order  

Just as they marched, when people in the world  

They flytheir line extending to forever  

And call out names of someone to the cold.  

Is that not why the song of cranes has never  

Been far from Avar speech since times of old?  

The weary wedge of birds on expedition  

It flies and flies through fog, towards the dawn,  

And in the ranks I notice a position--  

An empty space for me, for when Im gone!  

Some day in that formation Ill be flying;  

Ill sail into the skies on my rebirth,  

And from the heavns with crane trump Ill be crying  

To those of you I left upon the earth