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И целый день, своих пугаясь стонов,
In anguish deadly crowd rushes,
And across the river on the banners of mourning
Sinister laughing skull.
That's what I sang and dreamed,
My heart torn in half,
How soon after launch it became quiet,
Death has sent patrol from house to house.

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