And the poem goes: "On the idle hill of summer, lazy with the flow of streams, hark I hear a distant drummer, drumming like a sound in dreams, far and near and low and louder on the roads of earth go by, dear to friend and food to powder, soldiers marching, soon to die." Those who are interested in poetry, the poem is "A Shropshire Lad" written by A.E. Housman.
Тут и там, звучнее, тише – полнит гул земную твердь: Другу други, пушкам пища, Юноши идут на смерть. "Кто интересуется поэзией, – это из" Шропширского парня "А. Э. Хаусмана.