Petrograd, 1919

And we have forgotten forever,
Signed in the capital of the wild,
Lake, steppe, cities
And Dawns great motherland.

In the circle of bloody day and night
Topped up fierce languor…
No, we did not want to help
for this, we stayed,

for this, what, loving his city,
Instead of the winged freedom,
We have kept for yourself
its palaces, fire and water.

Another is nearing time to,
Oh wind of death heart of the studio,
But we have the sacred city of Petra
Involuntary monument will.

1920

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