Текст песни Лермонтов М.Ю. - БОРОДИНО

BORODINO

"Tell me, uncle, it's not for nothing."
Moscow, burned by fire,
 The Frenchman is given away?
After all, there were fighting fights,
Yes, they say, even what!
No wonder the whole of Russia remembers
 About Borodin's day!

- Yes, there were people in our time,
Not that the present tribe:
 Bogatyri - not you!
They got a bad share:
Few came back from the field ...
If it were not for the Lord's will,
 They would not give up Moscow!

We retreated silently for a long time,
It was a pity, they were waiting for the battle,
 Grumbling old people:
"What are we, for a winter apartment?
Do not they dare, commanders
Strangers tear their uniforms
 O Russian bayonets? "

And then we found a large field:
There is a clear out where in the wild!
 Have built redoubt.
Our ears are on the vertex!
A little morning the guns lit up
And the forests are blue tops -
 The French are right there.

I scored a charge in the gun tight
And I thought: I'll treat a friend!
 Wait, my brother!
What's there to cunning, perhaps to battle;
We will go to break the wall,
We will stand head and shoulders
 For his homeland!

For two days we were in a shootout.
What's the use of such a trifle?
 We waited for the third day.
Everywhere people began to hear speeches:
"It's time to get to the buckshot!"
And here on the terrible menacing field
 The shadow fell at night.

I lay down to take a nap at the carriage,
And it was heard before dawn,
 How the Frenchman rejoiced.
But our bivouac was open:
Whoever shaved the whole shredded,
Who sharpened the bayonet, grumbling angrily,
 Biting a long mustache.

And only the sky lit up,
Everything began to stir noisily,
 Sparkled behind the formation of the formation.
Our Colonel was born with a grip:
Servant to the king, father to the soldiers ...
Yes, I pity him: he is struck down with bulat,
 He sleeps in the ground damp.

And he said, with his eyes sparkling:
"Guys, is not Moscow for us?
 Die down near Moscow,
How our brothers died! "
And we promised to die,
And the oath of loyalty was kept
 We are in the battle of Borodino.

Well there was a day! Through the smoke of the volatile
The French moved like clouds,
 And everything on our redoubt.
Lancers with motley badges,
Dragoons with ponytails,
All flashed before us,
 All have visited here.

You do not see such battles! ..
Banners fluttered like shadows,
 In the smoke, the fire shone,
It sounded like a bulat, sarc bittered,
The hand of the fighters is tired,
And the cores were prevented from flying
 Mountain of bloody bodies.

The enemy had learned a lot that day,
What does Russian battle mean,
 Our hand-to-hand fighting! ..
The earth was shaking - like our breasts,
Mixed in a bunch of horses, people,
And the volleys of a thousand guns
 Merged in a long howl ...

It's getting dark. Everybody was ready
Zautra fight to start a new one
 And stand to the end ...
Here the drums crackled -
And the busurans retreated.
Then we began to count,
 Comrades count.

Yes, there were people in our time,
A powerful, dashing tribe:
 Bogatyri - not you.
They got a bad share:
Few came back from the field.
If it were not for God's will,
 They would not give up Moscow!

poems by Mikhail Lermontov 1837
music - Alexandra Smirnova May 25, 2010

Music and performance - Smirnov Alexander "GUSAR"