bulat okudgava paper soldier one soldier lived in the world, the gay and brave, but he vas a children toy: (because) the soldier was (made of) the paper/ he wanted to overdo the world to make happy everyone, but he hangs on the thread: the soldier was from paper. he would be glad - to fire and to smoke to perish for you twice, but you made fun of him: the soldier was from paper. you don't to him your important secrets, but why? because the soldier was from paper. and hanging on the thread, he didn't wish the easy life, he asked: fire! fire me! he forgot the he was from paper. to fire? well, go! you go? and once he took a step. and there he burned down for nothing (it was not worth a brass farthing) the soldier was from paper. 1959 draft translation: 27.06.2006