I often  sense that our fallen soldiers,
who left on battlefields their bloody stains,
did not lay down in their graves for solace – 
but have been transformed into white-winged cranes.
               
And  we have seen since many years ago:            
they soar above and send their mournful cry.
We are transfixed with our deepest sorrow
becoming speechless as the cranes soar by.

                                                         R.Gamzatov

 

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