Текст песни Стихи о войне - Стихи о Лизе

Night, Gestapo, drunk intelligence
Cigarette butts on the floor
And a branch knocks on a birch window,
Yes, snowflakes fall lightly.
The officer interrogates all night:
Are you a partisan? From the Komsomol?
Did you blow up a bridge over the Volga yesterday?
-I serve in the mail ..
-Understand.
And then he will scream again:
-Where is the squad? In which forest?
-I do not know..
Lisa squeezed her lips and is silent
Her shoulders burn with a whip
Either trembling in the body, or heat
But there is nothing to block from pain
-Where is the squad?
Another, another blow.
As if she had forgotten all the words
I didn’t call any names
Beat, not tears did not utter
Tortured, did not call for help
Stones can only be silent like Lisa was silent
Do not understand the officer strength and perseverance
This girl, simple-looking
What is standing so proudly in front of him
From the floor rose in blood
Will there ever be a dawn
A bloody trail froze on the floor
Cards on the wall, on her native
Moscow River Runs Through All Russia
So she found her source
Where tore early dandelion on the hill
Where I played in the late spring
Mom was there with me then
As she is without me, it must be bitter
Our house is empty and dark
Snow flies through a broken window
The floor is trampled by a dirty boot
Round orphan is now our home
It was you who broke the glass in it
You ruined our economy
Plowed the fields with tanks
Day and night the thunder did not abate
Sowed by bullets, not grain
The pain and cold you brought to our house
The officer pulled back:
- Well now, the partisans will answer for everything for us,
Partisan you
And wide open door
And the interrogation is over
The stars are shining
Behind the wall sleepless sentry
Yes his steps back and forth
And sobbing deaf as sobs
Yes, bloody scars hurt ..