The Old Men Do Not Fear Poem by Bulat Okudzhava

The Old Men Do Not Fear



The old men do not fear to parish,
They would easy, as heroes, die,
But they need not to be so fev'rish:
They'd be never betaken for fight.

In the battles, they die who are younger,
Though never desire to die, ―
Leaving their golden dreams of life's hunger -
Among us, who is older - to fly.

And their soundless squadron fills air,
Through noon's light and nights' darkness it flies…
Shades are black, and the wings - of white fair,
And one can't hide oneself from their eyes

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