Lyrics А. Твардовский - Я убит подо Ржевом

I am killed under Rzhev,
             In a nameless swamp,
             In the fifth company, on the left,
             With a cruel raid.
             I did not hear the break,
             I have not seen that flash, -
             Accurately off the cliff -
             And neither the bottom nor the tire.
             And in this whole world,
             Till the end of his days
             No buttonholes, no bows
             With my shirt.
             I am where the roots are blind
             Looking for food in the dark;
             I am where with a cloud of dust
             Rye goes on a hill;
             I am where the cock crow
             At the dawn of the dew;
             I am where your cars are
             The air is torn on the highway;
             Where is a blade of grass to a blade of grass
             A river of grass spins, -
             Where at the wake
             Even mother will not come.

             ........
A.Tvardovsky