Babi Yar

И сам я, как сплошной беззвучный крик,
над тысячами тысяч погребённых.
Я – каждый здесь расстрелянный старик.
Я – каждый здесь расстрелянный ребёнок.

I become a gigantic, soundless scream
Above the thousands buried here.
I am every old man shot dead here.
I am every child shot dead here.

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