Текст песни КаБэ - Я убит подо Ржевом...

I killed near Rzhev ,
In nameless swamp
In the company of the fifth , on the left ,
When ill raid .
I have not heard of discontinuity
I have not seen that flash -
Similarly, a cliff into the abyss -
And neither bottom nor tire.
And in all this world ,
Until the end of his days ,
Neither buttonhole or stripes
With my shirt .
I - where the roots of the blind
Looking for food in the dark ;
I - where a cloud of dust
Rye walks on the hill ;
I - where screaming cock
At the dawn of the dew ;
I - where your machine
Air tear on the highway ;
A blade of grass to where
River grass spins -
There, where the wake
Even his mother did not come.

Calculate live ,
How deadline ago
Was at the front for the first time
Suddenly called Stalingrad.
Front burner , not poetry
On the body scar.
I killed, and I do not know
Does our Rzhev finally ?
Resist if our
There, on the Middle Don ? ..
This month has been terrible
It was all at stake .
Really until autumn
Was already behind him Don
And though the wheels
By Volga broke it ?
No, not true. tasks
That did not win the enemy !
No , no! otherwise
Even the dead - how?
And dead, voiceless ,
There is one consolation :
We fell for their country ,
But she - saved.
Our eyes are dim ,
Heart Flame extinguished
On the ground on verification
Called out not us.
Us their fighting
Do not wear the Order .
You - it all live .
We - one consolation :
No wonder that fought
We at home mother .
Let our voice is not heard , -
You must know him.
You had brothers ,
Stand like a wall
For dead curse -
This car is terrible .
This is terrible right
Given to us for ever , -
And for us it is -
This bitter right .
Summer, in the forty-second ,
I buried without grave.
All that was then ,
I cheated death .
All that can be long
You familiar and clear
But let it be
Since according to our faith .

Brothers , maybe you
And not lost Don ,
And in the rear of Moscow
For it died.
And given the Trans-Volga
Hastily dug trenches ,
And fought their way
To the limit of Europe.
It is sufficient to know
What was undoubtedly
That last inch
On the road, the military .
That last inch ,
As if to leave ,
Then paced backwards
Nowhere to put the leg .
That feature depth
Followed by rising
Because your back
Flame forges Urals.
And the enemy drew
You west ago.
Maybe Sister ,
And Smolensk already taken ?
And you defeat the enemy
At the turn of the other ,
Perhaps you to the boundary
Approached already!
Maybe ... Yes fulfilled
The word holy vows ! -
After Berlin, if you remember,
Was named for Moscow .
Brothers , now trodden down
Fortress enemy's land ,
If dead , fallen
If I could cry could!
If victorious volleys
Us , dumb and blind ,
Us that eternity betrayed,
Revived for a moment -
Oh, faithful companions ,
Only then used by warrior
Your happiness is immense
You comprehend completely.
In it, the happiness undeniable
Our Blood part
Our , death ragged ,
Faith , hatred, passion.
Everything! not slukavili
We are in a tough fight ,
All giving , not left
Anything with them .

All you listed
Forever , not on time.
And not living reproach
This voice your conceivable .
Brothers in this war
We did not know the difference :
Those that are alive, that are fallen, -
We were on a par .
And no one in front of us
Not from living in debt ,
Who's out of our hands banner
Caught on the run,
That for a holy cause ,
For Soviet power
The same may be precisely
Step further to fall.
I killed near Rzhev ,
What near Moscow.
Somewhere , warriors, where you
Who remained alive?
In the city of millions ,
In the villages , in the family home ?
In combat garrisons
Not on our land ?
Oh , its you, a stranger ,
All in colors il in the snow ...
I will make your life -
What can I do ?
I will make in the life
You will be happy ,
And their native homeland
With honor to continue serving .
Grieve - proudly ,
Not sloping head
Exult - not boastfully
In the hour of victory itself .
And cherish it holy,
Brothers , his happiness -
In memory of a warrior - brother
That died for it.