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TWO HEARTS
Where this bites
it is best to take refuge in the past.
Benkos Biojó
Oh, Vladimir Ilich! Removal of skin
in the world again
persists
─ twin Isis Chia
by caste and strife
(emphasis on the Nile).
And in light of Osiris
repair the roads.
The steppe wind
morning
Ulyanov ─ ─
iris changed the world.
And in the river sounds far
stupor.
For the same vibrating rings
lapidary
gonfalon
red.
And in the air trema
a song by those who behaved.
Your question
by Gonfaloniers,
burning,
heard.
.
Oh, architect!
Oh, hero!
Oh, egregious
and crests!
your voice thunders grateful ...!
with the people your voice is a gift. Firmly
attended,
voice forever. Inquire
by which the front
got change. Ah
question the entire contents!
are your soldiers. Their hearts
workers are faithful to the end. Lifetime enshrined
to keep your memory and your glory
of superb champion:
His passion is history and honor
a gun.
also
Take me as your champion. The big twang
feeds my song.
Let me indulge in the past.
Let the proud cry I remember.
otherwise no hint of fear in our lie
and sweat of the proletariat left
broad forehead.
Nothing is accomplished.
The optimism of a new tomorrow
has returned to show off her white teeth.
His smile gives the world a window.
Father of all
soviets in the world! Furious
destroyer of junk!
Maker of the world
obsessive again! Oh
irreducible
chief of the great state worker!
Pavel and Pavel Vlasov
Korchagüin
are here with me!
fateful After your death, your burial
lavish and long confinement in the tomb
─ huge memory that kept
and perpetuated the name ─, sleepless
for years,
nearby in your side ─ ─
watched your body embalmed king.
writing is alive.
shines, shines in the fourth
your portrait.
And the statue with a gesture perennial
still intact.
Tall, majestic, colossal.
Oh, Lenin, your gesture overwhelms us unparalleled!
And we wonder the rate based
without the illustrious body.
Ah splendid hope of the mass that never rests! Provided
of the hands alone and armed
columbine
wings in your hometown
raised the heroic statue stands;
with the help of those two.
Remember how they worked and Vlasov
Korchagüin!
are your soldiers. Their hearts workers
nest one thought: From the leader cimero
serving ideology.
did not intimidate anything, not even the grand fiasco
the second trial. In his diary
rampant erect the words clearer.
As revolutionary mood
happy and illustrious side.
have got here
as migratory birds that cleave the waves
to live.
Oh, sad little birds!
bloodless
you sail to the support of the feathers.
In Russia there is no blood
working in the Duma
and wrapped in the mist
bards are silent. After hatching
huge
up with the times,
blindly, without a north
you fly alone now. And I'm
heat in the heat
flight seek plodding. And I'm
livelihoods that will end the tiresome
burning of long days without food.
Without a country and without honor.
Ah, the treacherous days
Ulyanov defeated.
were days of waking ...
(The hometown faithful
forever keep
in stone effigy gesture
perenne).
were days of waking
and much walking. Against
dishonor days
─ ─ sadness, red seeded
carnations. And
vermillion
summer
gladioli
soft texture. Symbols
silent,
vegetable stickers (red anti pogrom)
remember to October.
month of roses and greens
arch!
Although fearful masses
light the fire of Urals.
always silent plant and replant.
And day and night at home, in the calm
threads nails removed.
And, ye fools,
of loose look.
The earth is moving!
dais at the back sun! Miran
your eyes, crooked
, uncut,
Does aside?
crass ignorance to anyone moving.
To the fool,
the burning embers.
"Hell,
the underworld ..."
Incredulous, vain,
remember this, profane.
Meanwhile, grind
rattlesnakes by others. They sound
for you,
little treasures. Gladiolus
seamless, carnations
Shame: the world
udder udder
─ spiritual
widths
dial.
Sóis
sublime symbols of change in the warp
(Prepare the wicker).
I say, I foresee,
Betting
hard, nervous and sensitive
which comes announces.
Pagano judicial robes,
if it moves the world!
A
full width and deep!
A rum
air (air in the play)
lights, big head. Packed
lasa
and fast trace
sosera is your Cumbo.
wandering aimlessly and no goals
the trick. Calla
big mouth and let my cry
contention.
Damned scoundrels who betrayed
the proletariat!
and becomes free tonight
joy.
When are the elected
rómpanse the skins.
poured out the wine with Ardentía vital! Free
and the pus,
!
again proletarians unite!
Workers,
again gather yourselves!
Together
remember our old trills. United
sing
gone by the wind.
become numb.
Although mild premonitory
.
Although tenuous,
promising. Sheltered
swift
the nest!
In locations and sediment
where the statues were toppled,
can no longer, no longer stinks
the heartbreak ... a flower She rocks.
Ah, statues crushed!
Oh, the places evicted! Ah
the great grief! That
volcanic roar and those fearsome waves
put to flight the wind!
With your help, on faithful
homeland ─ ─
Ulyanov dear bronze endures.
If the tree endures in the path will
guide.
Praise to the fallen,
ever, ever!
Remain A few moments with me:
While
kiss your hands and close in mine.
Squeezing my hand affectionately.
Hands Together
hot seed.
The seed is harvested
and the word is.
whole days, whole nights
and one
revolutionary dialogue.
. What kinder:
either Pavel.
As
shuttle
ideas flowed!
Lenin is the way you
and their children. Your illustrious teaching
millions
─ ─
only hope will be planted:
Here, there and everywhere.
And I who do it,
until
muscle endurance. Miles
be after
which the poem read.
Heroes: the voices repeated!
"Import not
─
those years do not matter fifty years or more.
was one seat, one
the fallen. "
And against
force of the poem:
underworld grumble all the devils!
monopoly, I dare you! Colonialist
tremble for the new slogan!
replanting, watering
seed
... Live the second trial:
outperformed the world one day.
Goodbye, goodbye friends.
Goodbye, goodbye friends.
already
up the ship that started our love.
One, two, after tinkering
and finally a laurel.
Goodbye, goodbye friends.
Farewell, comrades, companions.
is the time to raise again the flight.
Russia again! Great destination with Mary Yakolevna
and the heroic, the unparalleled Pelageia.
Two hearts, like yours
wonder and great. Two mothers caring
: pending.
They will
balm in old wounds,
recompose them the broken dreams,
surcirán
them and tattered clothes, they restored
forces and commitment, they
judged plausible
desired, they courted
than desirable allies
ellas limpiarán
de rastrojos el camino,
ellas ayudarán
a descubrir traidores,
ellas mostrarán
donde sanar lo fallido,
ellas encontrarán
un rato con lo bello,
ellas sonreirán
al paso de las flores,
ellas guiarán
a los hijos en su ensueño,
ellas satisfarán
el hambre a los amigos,
ellas regarán
los nacientes rosales,
ellas darán
voces de ánimo a los niños,
ellas dispondrán
los delayed engagement, kiss them
the front of the neo born
them guess what is missing from the book, they advise
the new time of the attack,
they will be attentive to the rescue.
will heat them to the wounded, they return
to die for the class,
love them forever to socialism.
Goodbye, goodbye friends.
A shot is the dawning of the morning.
(And why not say it again!
The morning.)
Farewell companions, comrades. Orlando
Goblet
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