They Buried Him in the Globe of the Earth

Verses by Sergei Orlov, 1944. They buried him in the globe of the Earth, And he was only a soldier, Just a plain soldier, friends, With no rank and no awards. The earth is his mausoleum For a million centuries, And the Milky Ways raise their dust Around him on every side. On the russet slopes the storm clouds sleep, The blizzards sweep, Heavy thunder rolls, The winds gather speed. The battle ended long, long ago… By the hands of all his friends The lad was laid in the globe of the Earth As though in a mausoleum.