Текст песни Александр Непомнящий - Партизанская

Burned out the last star,
Bonfire poured water from a bucket.
Frodo did not wait for the ships
The clock ran all bold.
The teacher broke the pointer on the table -
The boy did not understand anything
And, an hour before dawn ran away
In old grandfathers boots.

And on the black sky hundreds of scarlet horses
And the prayers of those who did not want to stay

In the Belarusian forests under pitch bullets
Our terrestrial partisan spring
In the heavenly trenches, pouring revelations
Crosses and banners of our war.
Our last guerrilla war.

Another world left the shelves,
Another link broke the chain
And the ashes of the cities forgiven forever
From the track knocked furious dogs.

And the boy fell asleep under sad alder
Overtaken by a black Tatar arrow.
An angel hurried him to other lands
In the beyond steppe where there is also war.

And the abandoned poor and shriveled world
Blew newborn morning light.

In the Belarusian forests under pitch bullets
Our terrestrial partisan spring
In the heavenly trenches, pouring revelations
Crosses and banners of our war.
Our last guerrilla war.

There will be a Russian Field and an order to stand.
There will be a black, unkind, alien army.
In the depths, he will see his Kitezh grad
New Evpaty Kolovrat.

Whether death, or light somewhere ahead,
Whether there is no end except love,
Whether a dark tornado, rain on blood
May the eternal Heaven warm you

In the Belarusian forests under pitch bullets
Our terrestrial partisan spring
In the beyond the trenches, pouring revelations
Crosses and banners of our war.
Our last guerrilla war.