Pesnja o Khuliane Grimau
Language: Russian (Русский) 
Vsplyvajet v nebo solnce
Nad ulicej pustynnoj –
Kratchajsheju dorogoj
K tjur'me Karabanchel'.

I Khulian Grimau
Idet pokhodkoj legkoj,
Za nim luchi, sverkaja,
Begut po trotuaru.

A zhizn' jemu navstrechu –
Vsja v chernoje odeta,
V obvodinakh temnejut
Glaza jee bol'shije.

- Akh, dobraja sin'ora,
Zachem, moja sin'ora,
Vy v traure segodnja?
Ne Vy li govorili:
«Zhivye ostajutsja
Zhivymi posle smerti».

Vy govorili pravdu –
Ja sam proveril `eto:
Ja shel vo t'me, sin'ora,
I shel neostorozhno,
Shel, ne slivajas' s t'moju.
I dazhe posle smerti
Idu v luchakh rassveta.
Akh, dobraja sin'ora,
Ne ver'te ostorozhnym.

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