Konstantin Mikhailovich Simonov. (№ 383480)

If God has us his power
After the death will be sent to Paradise
What do I do with the earth property
If he shall say: what will it be?
I don't need in Paradise yearning,
So dutifully I went,
I would have taken with him in Paradise the same
What on earth lived,
Wicked, windy, prickly,
For a while, but my!
That we on earth have to suffer
And will not allow us to miss heaven.
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I would take to heaven with a distance,
To suffer from separations,
To remember at parting
Pain is reduced on the neck of the hands.
I would take to heaven with him all the dangers,
So rather waited for me,
To his eyes the blue of clarity
Home of the coward didn't.
I would take to heaven with a faithful friend,
To have someone to feast,
And enemies to a minute for a bad
Earthly quarrel with him.
No love, no sorrow, no pity,
Even the Kursk Nightingale,
No, the smallest small
On the ground wouldn't leave me.