Текст песни Николай Прилепский - ПОЛУГОДОВАЯ ПАНИХИДА

PANICHIDA

Music: N. Prilepsky
Words: V. Platonenko

The lights are on,
Thin candles are lit,
They burn
Under the gloomy spring sky.
And in those lights
Mixed with the fall of spring.
They do not understand
Those who did not know that autumn.
It's so colorful here
That autumn was from the lights.
Fire Lights
In the night they were tired of flaming.
Well, and then
Above the reflection in the river
The concrete was burning,
As if coal briquette,
He was a worm.
It is very white, like snow,
Bel, like a skull,
And then he was blacker
Anthracite
Ideal black,
When it was poured
Ashes from a black height ...

The lights are on.
On the wicks of church candles
They burn
For all who happened to lie down
Under the layer of earth.
It does not matter whether they are
Or lay down,
His names are not preserved ...
Autumn day
Just six months ago
What kind of fire
Then their eyes burned!
Let it now,
After six months from these days,
Candlelight
Reminds us of that fire,
So that and after
Remembered how now,
Those whose bones,
They lit up like a candle,
So that, as a breach, they
Passed through the years -
Burnt,
Sparked then ...

But no matter how you burn -
Although the whole of Moscow to occupy the fire
No one has
Back will not come out of the fire.
Having closed the ranks,
Under the dead sky of October
In the fire and smoke
They went behind a series of rows.
The lights burn ...
People can not warm themselves,
They are burning.
Well, what else to burn ...
Like sails,
Blowing the banner banner,
To heaven
The last battalion left ...

The lights burn ...