"Sunday", by Alexander Zhitinskiy
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greatpoetryВоскресенье
Тихо голуби летают,
Тихо крыльями шуршат.
Люди медленно шагают,
Мысли тоже не спешат.
Ясный сумрак воскресенья
Легок и рассчитан на
Тихое произнесенье
Слова темного: война.
(Александр Житинский)
Sunday
Quietly the pigeons fly around,
Quietly rustling their wings.
People are stepping slowly,
And the thoughts don't hurry either.
The clear dusk of a Sunday
Is lightweight and meant for
Quietly pronouncing
A dark word: war.
(Alexander Zhitinskiy)