E i zic către mamele lor: „Unde este pâinea şi vinul?“ şi cad leşinaţi, asemenea răniţilor, pe drumurile cetăţii, dându-şi ultima suflare la pieptul mamelor lor.
They say to their mothers, “ Where is grain and wine?” As they faint like a wounded man In the streets of the city, As their life is poured out On their mothers’ bosom.
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