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.
Они говорят своим матерям: «Где хлеб и вино?» – теряя сознание, подобно раненым, на улицах городских, испуская дух на руках своих матерей.
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