Pesnya o Xuliane Grimau
Language: Russian (Русский) 
Vsply'vaet v nebo solnce
Nad ulicej pusty'nnoj –
Kratchajsheyu dorogoj
K tyur`me Karabanchel`.

I Xulian Grimau
Idet poxodkoj legkoj,
Za nim luchi, sverkaya,
Begut po trotuaru.

A zhizn` emu navstrechu –
Vsya v chernoe odeta,
V obvodinax temneyut
Glaza ee bol`shie.

- Ax, dobraya sin`ora,
Zachem, moya sin`ora,
Vy' v traure segodnya?
Ne Vy' li govorili:
«Zhivy'e ostayutsya
Zhivy'mi posle smerti».

Vy' govorili pravdu –
YA sam proveril e`to:
YA shel vo t`me, sin`ora,
I shel neostorozhno,
Shel, ne slivayas` s t`moyu.
I dazhe posle smerti
Idu v luchax rassveta.
Ax, dobraya sin`ora,
Ne ver`te ostorozhny'm.

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