Irokez
Roman Yartsev
I'll wake up my heart and make my ventricles work
I'll put the liver under the press and eat the spleen for lunch
I'll turn the joints inside out and the cartilage will shudder...
I'll put a lipstick mask on the muzzle, like Iroquois in battle
It's a strange feeling when a comrade dies
and I sing a memorial song at the funeral pyre...
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