T hey say to their mothers, “Where is grain and wine?” As they swoon like the wounded In the streets of the city, As their life is poured out In their mothers’ bosom.
Матерям своим говорят они: 'где хлеб и вино?', умирая, подобно раненым, на улицах городских, изливая души свои в лоно матерей своих.
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