Poem that of Russian
soldiers recited in Second World War
"Wait for me, and
I will return, but he waits a lot...
He waits until you fill
yourself with feather while you see the rain yellows.
He waits until the
winds sweep them Snows...
He waits in the
suffocating heat.
He waits until the
others give up, when they forget him Yesterday...
He waits same that
letters don't arrive from a distance for you...
He does wait when the
others are tired to wait...
He does hope when my
mother and my son think I died...
And when the friends if
they sit down to drink in my memory,
He waits, don't hurry
to drink in my memory also...
He waits, because I
will return, challenging each death, and he leaves those that didn't hope say
that had luck.
They will never
understand that, in the middle of the death you, and your wait, they saved
me.
Just you and I will
know how I survived...
It was because you
waited for me as more nobody made.
In THE World at War, 11
episode. Russia 1941-1943.
Image: Monument to
Motherland, Russia. randomicidades.blog.br
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