Текст песни Александр Галич - Баллада о вечном огне

... "Unknown", crowned with the glory of swearing!
Good fellow or a sorrowful seer ?!
And kneel beneath the thunder drum
Before this riddle the heads of government!
Above the silent graves - a cry! - tombstones ...
But sometimes gravestones are not the essence, but similarities,
But sometimes you’re not a pain, but preserve vanity -
Gilded letters on black granite! ..

Is everything about it sung?
Is everything forever - with pain?
Hear the pipe in the ghetto
Dead is calling for battle!
Sing, trumpet, sing
Sing about my Poland
Sing about my mom -
There, in a cesspool! ..

Tum Ball, Tum Ball, Tum Balalaika,
Tum Ball, Tum Ball, Tum Balalaika,
Tum balalaika, spire balalaika,
My heart breaks and cries!

And merchants come to Poznan,
Buy furs and soap ...
Wait until it's too late
Do not forget how it was!

How we mowed with black fire
In that last blind attack ...
"Poppies, Poppies on Monte Cassino",
How we fell into these poppies! ..

And at the fair - everything is beautiful,
And rustling then rubles, then brands ...
"Poppies, Poppies on Monte Cassino",
Ah, how blackened you are, poppies!

But the trumpet calls melee
And orders - fight!
Sing, sing us about the worst
The hardest currency in the world! ..

Tum Ball, Tum Ball, Tum Balalaika,
Tum Ball, Tum Ball, Tum Balalaika,
Tum balalaika, spire balalaika,
My heart breaks and cries!
Remember how crazy the clown walked
In front of the appellatz
Tum balalaika, spire balalaika,
In the gas chamber - dead in dance ...

And here's another:
In mazurochka
Now step, then creep
Two lessons set off
Campaign for the "language"!
In the mazurochka, in the mazurochka
Mustache is prefabricated
Stuck in the pouch
Trophy watches!
We drink, walk in Poznan
Three nights and three days ...
He left unidentified
I spotted a patrol!
Oh dawns turquoise
Sunsets - Aniline!
Send my tarpaulin
To the city of Berlin!
Thunder boom bass
On the line of fire
My tarpaulins are coming
Yes, only without me! ..
There at the river bend
Green bed
Where does a trained soldier sleep,
Shelled, trained
Shoot and kill!
Among the path of the passerby -
My last stand
Only no, as expected,
Plates with a star.

Don’t be sad, dear mother,
You sleep peacefully, rest!
Sorry, goodbye company intelligence,
Comrade Stalin, farewell!
Don’t twist, mother dear,
They say fate is blind
And it may turn out that the people
The path will not overgrow me ...

And also:
Where they roamed the KaEra zone, (*)
Where under the snow they looked for rotten roots
There are no premieres in front of this land,
Pulling up your pants, do not kneel!
Over the Siberian Oka, over Kama, over Ob,
Neither wreaths, nor banners will be laid to the tombstone!
Just like the Eternal flame, like imperishable glory -
Stacks! Stacks! Stacks of rafting!

Later, friends, later
End forever with pain
Sing, trumpet, sing!

Sing, and call for battle!
All copper flesh
Sing about my Darkness!
Sing about my brother -
There, in the ice pit! ..

Ah what this bitter copper calls
Get up to fight, get up to dare!
Tum balalaika, spire balalaika,
The song with which you went to death!
Tum Ball, Tum Ball, Tum Balalaika,
Tum Ball, Tum Ball, Tum Balalaika,
Tum balalaika, spire balalaika,
My heart breaks and cries!

December 31, 1968,