Author of quotes: Musa Jalil. Page 2

the radiance of the most tender face in the world.

I want the song to serve him.

With a formidable song he defeated the enemy.

The hero will never be forgotten.

And he closed his eyes. And turned bright red blood,
The red ribbon around his neck coiling.
Two lives are falling down, merging,
Two lives and one love!

He cries and like a leaf, can not hold back a shiver.
The child that she is only more expensive
Bent down, picked up with two hands, mother,
Pressed to the heart, directly against the barrel...
- Me, mom, I want to live. Don't, Mamma!

No, I won't forget this day
I will never forget, forever!
I have seen weeping like children, rivers,
And furious sobbing mother earth.
I saw your eyes,
As the sun sorrowful, bathed with tears,
Through the cloud came out on the field
The last time the children kissed
For the last time...

Oh, how many tears, hot and flammable!
My land, tell me what's wrong?
You often saw human Woe,
You're millions of years blossomed for us
But eh you have experienced at least once
Such a shame and barbarism is this?

Chain stone bag
May your break hand!
And you can't, so the death will appear -
Because it is always close!
Put you in a bag,
Tied under a wicked chuckle.
Put in place your body
To grind it into a powder.
The mill grinds the lives of people
Piled bags of bones.
Millstones it of iron,
Every day they lyutey.

We will forever glorify
The woman, whose name - the Mother.

To live so that after death don't die.