Текст песни На стихи Крапивина - Колыбельная для брата

Make up your mind to quarrel,
Forget the little things.
Backpacks toss aside -
We do not need them.
Tell me about the main thing,
Who did not have time to say yet -
We left our dear
half an hour of silence ...

From a thunder-storm black-dark blue,
The evil showers are full,
Above the ceased herbs
The clouds rose.
Bloody veins
Swell in them lightning.
But the storm did not move
To us so far so far ...

They were given smoke -
Their crimson fire overtook,
But rumblings and shots
Here it is not yet audible:
Before the storm, before the invasion,
Before the attack, until the rage
We left our dear
Five minutes of silence.

Before the attack, until the rage,
Until the piercing clarity,
And, perhaps, before the shot,
Before hitting the temple -
Five minutes for goodbye,
Five minutes on despair,
Five minutes on the decision,
Five seconds to roll ...

... Rushed and collapsed
Over forests burning,
Only this, comrades,
Not shooting and not thunder -
Over tall herbs
The drummers got up,
This means - not everything yet,
It means - go ...