Denver8889

I'm having a wonderful dream. Nemov in front of me
It is endless, empty, and wild,
And I, chained with a slippery strap, stand
Under the towering granite rock,
And there were thousands like me.

Everyone has had a bad life and a pity,
And the heat of love burns in everyone’s heart,
I wrapped my arms in each man's lap,
And everyone’s shoulders were shaved,
Bo crush all of them with one terrible load.

Each one has a heavy, climbing hammer in his hands,
And a strong voice burns for us, like make-up, make-up:
"Pound this rock! Let neither the heat nor the cold
Don't spin you! To endure and labor, and sprague, and hunger,
For you are destined to break this rock."

And we all, as one, raised our hands to the mountain,
And a thousand hammers on the stone spree,
And things began to cling to thousands of sides
Those are the rocks; with the power of dissolution
Time and time again they grimaced about Kam'yan Cholo.

Mov waterfall roar, mov battle guk crivavy,
So our grinders made up time and time again;
Inch by inch we got money;
Even though there was more than one person crushed by those rocks,
We walked far away, nothing stopped us.

And every one of us knew that there would be no glory for us,
No memory is given to people for this crooked work,
What are people going to do at this point?
As we try it and verify it everywhere,
It’s like our bones will rot under her here.

But we didn’t value human glory at all,
We are neither heroes nor rich men.
We are slaves, although we voluntarily took
I'm wearing a puta on myself. We became slaves of the will:
I'll only step on the road like stones.

And we all believed that with our own hands
We crush the rock, we crush the granite,
With wet blood and hairy brushes
A solid, gloomy gift is behind us
Come to a new life, new good to the world.

And we knew that it was far away from the world,
What we threw for the sake of practice, sweat and putt,
Mothers, women and children love us,
What other enemies, angry and angry,
And us, and our world, and the point is to peck.

We knew this, and our souls ached more than once,
And my heart was breaking, and I was squeezing my chest in pity;
That tears, it’s a pity, no more burning body,
Any curse did not drag us into business,
And without letting go of the hammer.

So we all go, into one community of sadness
Holy thought, and grind in your hands.
Let go of the curse and forget it with the world!
We love the rock, we follow the truth of the path,
And happiness for everyone will come to our backs.