E i zic către mamele lor: „Unde este pâinea şi vinul?“ şi cad leşinaţi, asemenea răniţilor, pe drumurile cetăţii, dându-şi ultima suflare la pieptul mamelor lor.
They keep crying to their mothers, Where is corn and wine ? as they faint like wounded men in the streets of the city, as their lives ebb away on their mothers’ bosom.
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