Васильева Елена Александровна

Васильева Елена Александровна
учитель английского языка
МБОУ "ООШ г.Мариинский Посад"
Чувашская Республика

ALIVE

I saw a dream – I was at war.

In autumn parks laid on my back

And waited trembling more and more

The signal to begin attack.

The falling leaves dance in the air.

They colour ground, soldiers, guns.

In all this beauty – it`s unfair –

Today some mothers’ll loose the sons.

I’m not afraid, I see the aim,

I realize what all these for –

To save my people from the pain,

To save my town from the war!

Black smoke flies instead of leaves.

There is no strength to hold the gun.

My friend falls down on his knees.

Oh, dear God, he’s so young!

We haven’t moved a step aside,

Here is the end at last! We’ve won!

We want to live, but not to die.

To meet the spring, the May, the sun!

Those, who’re alive, they say: “Stand up!”

But I feel neither hands nor legs.

All that I want – to open eyes

But realize – it is the death!

I don’t remember any more.

I felt as I had made a dive.

I saw a dream – I was at war…

And heard somebody cried: “Alive!”

Written by :

Гулов Артем Петрович