The one that can't be described!"
The old man looked into the distance
He smiled at the boy:
"Beautiful, very much so,
Just a pity that for the sake of the radiance of the eyes,
People fall, burrowing into the ground,
For you, baby, for the kids…"
The boy looked at his uncle, who was crying,
Crying, something he hadn't noticed for so many years,
What was their platoon fighting for?
I cried because I didn't see it
No joy, no sunset, no dawn,
But only war, and the clouds are terrible,
Filled the entire sky, the blackness.
And the boy grew up, and he will never forget,
A feat accomplished by this uncle!
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"The winged warlord!
The winged voivode you are the sparkle of my wheels
Winged voivode, you are the shield of family dreams!"
Such songs were composed about him,
No one knew his name,
But everyone knew his immortal feat!
And this feat will never be forgotten…