Bilingual 1 - Poem by Liza Sud
As a folk - he was born in the barrack,
There he learned that we’re sisters and brothers.
As a folk – he was taught by God’s Mother
And is drinking - as our folk.
And I wanted that he were more churchly,
And that he – as he must – became godly,
But for the folk it always was complex –
That is why he is like Russian folk!
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