Текст песни Александр Твардовский - Василий Теркин - От автора

In war, in the dust of marching,
In the summer heat and in the cold,
Better there is no simple, natural
From the well, from the pond,
From the pipe,
From the ungulate track,
From the river, whatever,
From the creek, from under the ice, -
Better there is no cold water,
Only water was water.

In war, in a life of harshness,
In the difficult life of combat,
In the snow, under the coniferous roof,
In the parking lot, -
Better there is no simple, healthy,
Good food front.
It is important only that the cook
The cook would be his own;
To be listed for good reason,
To sometimes did not sleep nights -
Only it would have been with the cook
Yes, it would be with heat, with heat -
Douche, hot-tempered;

To go to any fight,
Strength feeling in the shoulders,
Cheerful feeling.
but
It's not just about the cabbage soup.

Live without food can be a day,
You can do more, but sometimes
In the war one minute
Do not live without a joke,
Jokes the most unwise.

Do not live like without makhorka,
From bombing to another
Without a good saying
Or hints of what -

Without you, Vasily Terkin,
Vasya Terkin is my hero,
And all other forest
Do not live for sure -
Without which? Without truth,
Truth, directly into the soul of the beating,
Yes, it would have been thicker,
No matter how bitter.

What else? .. And all, perhaps.
In short, the book about the fighter
Without a beginning, without end.
Why so - without a beginning?
Because the time is short
Start it first.

Why not endlessly?
Simply sorry for the young man.