"Sunday", by Alexander Zhitinskiy

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Воскресенье

Тихо голуби летают,
Тихо крыльями шуршат.
Люди медленно шагают,
Мысли тоже не спешат.

Ясный сумрак воскресенья
Легок и рассчитан на
Тихое произнесенье
Слова темного: война.

(Александр Житинский)

Sunday

Quietly the pigeons fly around,
Quietly rustling their wings.
People are stepping slowly,
And the thoughts don't hurry either.

The clear dusk of a Sunday
Is lightweight and meant for
Quietly pronouncing
A dark word: war.

(Alexander Zhitinskiy)

(cross-posted to greatpoetry )