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I know in your song, dzhigit, there is
A flame and love to the native land.
But the warrior is famous not for his song:
What tell me, have you done in the war?
Have you stood up for your motherland...

We said good-bye, and the dearly loved hands
Gave me a handkerchief with an embroidered edge.
A present of my dearly beloved! She is always with me.
With it I covered my wound in a battle....

It sometimes happens that the soul stands firm.
Although death’s cruel wind blows everywhere,
The soul's frail blossom is too proud to tremble:
Even the tiniest petal will not stir....

I will not Kneel in front of you, executioner,
Even though I am your prisoner, I am a slave in your prison.
When my time comes — I will die. But be aware: I will die standing up,...