Текст песни Стихотворение - Который год лежу я здесь, на рубеже

That year I lie here at the turn ,
And the silence from us and not bullets whistle ,
Not zhmus to the ground, and have no fear ,
And as I fought - liner confirm .

Vintovochkami with me ! All these years.
Girlfriend lies close at hand.
Russian birch trees above us dance
Display the quiet summer sometimes .

My trench , leveling ,
Probably not find now, as me.
His last resting native
I dug with love , slowly .

I equate it from your account with fascism ,
Watching in sight , both in the field of the window.
And it seemed to me that under the clean air
Still prevail and peace and kindness !

As if not in sight , and in the school window
Watching all eyes on our Sasha !
I ask her , probably, in the movies,
Catching a smile in response to wide open !

We thought about life, and dreaming .
I remembered my mother and my sister .
According to a brand new helmet fragments intoned
Nightingales song its bad !

But that's really started! As if not to me ,
Where does this fear that already trembling soul ,
I make a simple movement ,
And klatsayut gates , barely breathing .

How fast has begun! Already among the discontinuities
I see a chain of people . No! Not people - enemies!
And in my head unrestrained motive
Flash images grandfathers and fathers.

Perhaps it was also scary.
But it 's not like me now , now,
How do you want , how you want back
That youth, lived not for us!

Oh , Dad ! Dearest ! You see - I'm not scared !
In my first life , the most terrible battle
Although turvy pulls the soul
Flying min impatient howl.

Came into sight around the green guy.
It is evident , too, my mother recalled -
Fell , waving like wings , hands ,
And sleeve first went to my feet !

I still put in the neighbor on the right!
Trickle from the sleeve as the soul - the smoke ...
The neighbor on the left , or Vanya , whether Glory
Silent, finished the first fight is not on time.

After the morning as we had still smoking
For the first time , cough comes ,
Without becoming men , women joked
As a girl , Fatherland Swear !

One clip over! Other !
Equate account for those and for others,
Not believing still , not realizing
Flame goes out as young lives !

Another one! Another swamped !
Will the fight to stop this? !
I do not know , but my lead swamped
German knights green done!

Slip palm with the butt of blood.
My miles it , and maybe someone else ,
Podi now try and sort things out ,
Not before ! And what a difference !

Human blood , blood ore,
Above it the work of hundreds of generations,
Flowing river wide nowhere
God forbid - in oblivion oblivion!

And suddenly - the gap ! Splinter dashing,
In person stuck , running in the temple.
Glow raced jet
Suddenly broke off , that I liked and could.

And darkness . And the night . I am patient .
So day after day - come and another century .
I was killed without pain. I am happy,
Wish there was a short , this first battle!

Seventieth spring greets us !
Warm again and cherry blossom ,
And we lie without bothering you,
Almost next to life, but - away .

How long wait, that will make us.
His long after the Germans claimed .
And Hans those killed me FOR YOU
They , certainly , brought in lists .

Spring sings seventieth
In every way , from the world of crazed ,
And among us so quiet -
Do not speak for , forever speechless .

My locket , filled with water,
Lies at a distance - I see it -
Overgrown turf , fill shroud,
Hardly , my friends, you find it.

Without superstition I had to fill it ,
And letters deduced as in the classroom, exactly .
All images of relatives trying to remember
And all the scraps of memory fly .

The Germans medallions - it is force!
And our - shit ! Just that - good-bye forever .
Though the death of us equally decimated ,
Yes our missing persons obscure .

Unknown locket missing person ,
Parents do not bring a soldier ,
Pacifiers dead for millions of fallen ,
What is good is that their Tepe