Текст песни Монгол Шудан - Колоколенка

text: Leonid Sergeev


On the mountain there is a bell tower on the hill,
And from Nega on a pole the machine gun hits,
And lying on a pole with boots to the sun
With our mother, our heroic platoon.

We grab people with crooked fingers.
Bullets like sparrows splashing in the dust ...
Mitria Gorokhova and Sergeant Mokhov
These here sparrows took and found.

Here the older Krupennikov tells me thinly,
So that I take the death for the people of Cesna,
So that on the bell choked krovushkoy
Rastakoy, razeeky this bitch cat.

I put my bayonet firmly on my rifle,
For boots thrust old crooks.
"Glory" of the third degree and the brave medal
On the left, put the sides deep into your pocket.

They gave me a biscuit, I threw a chinaris,
The older Krupennikov flask for me is empty.
I tried it, I remembered my mother
And the pole quickly ran across the field.

And on the bell tower the bitch cat became nervous,
He began to target me for sure.
Yes, you see, sorinochka, small sandwort
In the eye fell fierce, dіrnula hand.

I dropped the rifle and fell over a pebble,
To vrazhina thought, as if hooked.
Yes, he was a shot - he just did not believe me
And on the stone-pebble long planted.

Yes, apparently, it was not destiny that I tried out a bullet ...
The older Krupennikov himself got up like a parade.
Immediately from the bell tower, tweeting cheerfully,
Birdies flew in the chest, thrown back.

Hill hills, tower-bell towers ...
What will get to someone, now whose Cher?
The wound is unhealed, the memory is not killed,
Sunny, but a little bit, but a heroic platoon.