by Olga Berggolts
In Stalingrad
Here's the ash is so hot in kind,
It will burn hard - breathe, touch, remember...
Don't cry while stepping over it and hide
Your tears, before future ash don't tremble...
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in russian and translation into bulgarian
by Krasimir Georgiev
http: //www.stihi.ru/2013/01/23/8
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem