Bulat Okudzhava Poems

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1.
The Midnight Trolley Bus

When I am besieged with despair and reprove,
Because can't stop fatal disaster,
I enter a blue trolley bus at his move -
That's here by chance and the last one.
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2.
The Little Tin Soldier Of My Son

The nightingales fill earth with notes
And the May rain - with sense of charms,
But a tin soldier, little and honest,
Is doomed to endless feats of arms.
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3.
The Old Soldiers' Song

There's no more a sound of our battle song,
Nor a ring of hoofs of our horses,
Bullets made the holes the mess-kit along,
The young sulteress's, too, midst our losses.
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4.
The Song Of The Open Door

When, like a beast, the snow storm roars,
when, in a rage, it howls,
You do not have to lock the doors,
of your residing house.
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5.
They Killed My Father

They killed my father. He was killed
with no good reason - just in vain.
That was a little drop of lead,
but how's deep the wound and pain.
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6.
The Little Song About Night Moscow

Why are you so sad, my good artist -
my good painter, musician or bard?
To which one of the tempests, the wildest,
had you spent all your talent and heart?
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7.
The Little Song

Consciousness, magnificence and dignity -
Our spiritual nobility.
Stretch your palm to it, ‘cause for the sake
Such a thing, one can raise to the stake.
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8.
Oh, You, Fancies

Oh, you, fancies on the subject
Of defeating bad by good!
In our Solar System, abject,
You're for demolition put.
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9.
Now Falling

Now falling, now growing, endless,
like does a little boat on a wave,
a street-organ was sending me thick sadness
from our yard as gloomy as a grave.
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10.
My Generation

The gates of the commemoration
were opened for instant again,
and sets out my generation
for last, for concluding campaign.
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