Текст песни Михаил Калинкин - Танк из болота

I was hooked for both hooks,
The eyelids of the quagmire twitched,
And I saw clouds above me
And the wind that rustles in the aspens.

And my time ran again
As if yesterday started,
And again I heard something about my mother,
And I realized that we won.

And I realized that I still have to live,
Let him - not a hero - a winner,
Struck by the Germans my brothers,
Forgive me and understand.

Sorry - could not show skill
Beautiful military work,
From all of the brigade - but only one
I was saved by a swamp.

The German gun did not burn me,
& Quot; Tiger & quot; I did not maim,
Comrade Khrushchev did not melt me ​​up
In a huge open-hearth furnace.

Reason here will certainly be found,
Today's people - a gift,
You can smell sweat fighting
My red-hot diesel.

Climb - do not be afraid to get your pants dirty
In the blood of the solar prel,
Feel the skin with the breath of war,
On what our grandfathers burned.

I am a military crop thrown into the ground,
I am a monument to a disappeared company,
And peaceful technology on the highway,
Because I was in that swamp.

I with a gun sticking out obliquely,
For you it is incomprehensible and terrible,
Solar oil smelling of truth
History of our homeland.

That I survived - the crew is to blame,
Yes, our native nature,
I'm a tank - I'm a killed Soviet soldier
The second war year.