Текст песни Твардовский - Смерть и воин

For distant hills
The heat went away from the battle.
In the snow Vasily Terkin
The unselected lay.

Snow underneath, covered in blood,
I took it in a pile of ice.
Death leaned towards the headboard:
- Well, soldier, come with me.

I am your friend now
I'm walking not far
White blizzard, white blizzard,
I'll fill the trail with a blizzard.

Terkin shuddered, freezing
On a snow bed.
- I did not call you, Oblique,
I'm a soldier still alive.

Death, laughing, bent lower:
- Full, full, well done,
I know, I can see:
You are alive but not a tenant.

In passing by the shadow of a mortal
I touched your cheeks
And you don't even notice
That there is dry snow on them.

Do not be afraid of my darkness,
The night, believe me, is not worse than the day ...
- Why do you, however,
Need from me personally?

Death seemed to hesitate
She deviated from him.
- I need ... so little,
Well, almost nothing.

One sign of consent is needed,
That you are tired of saving your life
That you pray for the hour of death ...

- Himself, it turns out, sign? -
Death thought.
- Well, -
Subscribe, and rest.
- No, dismiss. More dear to yourself.
“Don't bargain, dear.

You are on the decline anyway.
Death moved to the shoulder.
Lips tightened anyway
Teeth are chilly ...
- I do not want.