Текст песни Алексей Литвин и Павел Улизко - День Победы

VICTORY DAY

I don’t know anything about the war.
From books, from songs, from memories
Those who were there - I don't know anything
And therefore it is shameful to me
I don’t know anything about the war.
And I don’t remember, so don’t forget
That first day, those flashes on the rivers
Like blood. Almost half a century
I was left unborn to be
When the dawn is like wild fire
Coming out of hell, she rose from the west.
I was not next to those who stayed
At the turn of the bloody shores.
I was not in that battle, but those words
Under the ragged sky and over the red snow
I remember: on the Volokolamsk highway
The soldier repeated them: "Moscow is behind me ..."
I did not die on the Volga shores,
Where Stalingrad was bursted with explosions,
Having time to see how to meet the enemies
Wave Mamaev heaved mound.
I'm on the "arc" where death and life are near,
I didn’t fight, but that tanker near Kursk,
Going into battle, crossing himself, in Russian,
It was remembered as a cry: "Burning, fascist!"
I didn’t go to Ladoga in Ladoga,
But as a victory, through a howl and a roar
Burning eyes of dead windows
Unconquered Leningrad watched.
I didn’t burn going to the ram,
I didn’t drown in the cold gloom of blue
But still, I was born in Russia
And he did not choose his homeland.
I don't know anything about war
Maybe I have my own way
But still - I lost so much:
I did not attend that great day.
From happiness, the spring cried
Soldiers in the showers of sunlight
They shouted the long-awaited: "Victory!"
Not believing that the war was over.
A sad gray-haired ordinary
He sat, smoked and quietly lamented:
"Well, that's all ... but Petka did not wait ..."
And he smoked again, shaking his head.
And above the ground, in a vast expanse
The sky was so radiant, so bright
But I didn’t see Holy Victory Day,
I don’t know anything about the war.
I know little about the way home
A living winner - a soldier,
About how to see the ashes of the father’s hut,
And how to face the fate itself.
On how to live fate contrary to
About how long the wounds heal
About how veterans leave again,
All in communal apartments and homes for the elderly.
In their windows the moon spits evilly
Beyond the dark door, time howls like a wolf
And in souls and hearts, sowing a shard,
Half a century the war continues.
Gray-haired order-bearing veteran
He doesn’t sleep all night so that, without turning on the light,
Again say: "Well, I lived to see the dawn ..."
And on the balcony to smoke in the morning.
He is waiting for May to spring
On the contrary, it will embellish new buildings,
And on the jacket of his front three
The soldier will put on the order again.
And he will come, of course, as always
To the granite stele with the names of the fallen,
And silently bow his head, not saved
They only saved the whole world, a soldier.
Earth lives. The rains are ringing
Forests are growing. And in the rising sun
And in the ashen eyes of the order bearer
The glow of the Eternal flame burns.

© Ulizko Pavel