Who will say about death [a] couple honest words?
Too bad, fallen sailors are not granted a black box.
Pencil keeps on breaking, [damn!], it is dark and cold,
Captain D. Kolesnikov is writing us a note:
Only few of us are left on the cold sea floor;
Three compartments are ablaze, and two more are all blown,
There is no salvation here, but if you've got faith - wait.
You will find the note of mine on your chest, my mate.
"Kursk", like ragged tombstone, twitched, froze in pain,
As a parting shot it cut the cords of rusty veins.
Seaside is all cloudy: seagulls, men-of-war...
On the ground the sub's asleep, but it's so far [away] from shore.
Later they will lie a lot about what's transpired.
Would the Navy panel tell how hard it is to die?
Who among our peers is a hero, who's a dote,
Captain D. Kolesnikov is writing us a note.
St. Sol
David Ephraim
Treugol'ny
Fri, 02/12/2016 - 06:09
Brat 
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I realize that pressing "Thanks"
is really hard for most of you, yet
you should keep on trying...