Текст песни Дмитрий Кимельфельд - Письмо белогвардейского офицера

The "maximum" blood is water,

He bursts into tears-he will not fall asleep.

In the white-stone capital

Commissars with the sailor.

Darkness hangs over Perekop,

Waiting for the bands in the morning:

Tomorrow we will all die in an osprey,

Tomorrow we will all die in an osprey,

The Golden Junkers ...

 

        To you, Tatiana Mihailovna,

        And seventeen you will not give in fact.

        You and the braids stabbed,

        To look older.

        Do not ruminate, you are full,

        There is no return.

        You do not even remember me,

        However, this is not the case.

 

Overflowing Sevastopol

Trash is God's grace,

Do not see the capital

We do not see Russia.

Where she wore, where she mowed

Our white destiny -

Blood-water at the "maximum",

Blood-water at the "maximum",

And we do not have a blue ...

 

        Here, Tatiana Mihailovna,

        Where we meet to fall.

        Your lips are opal

        Until the end of someone drunk.

        We are old lovers,

        We, just a little,

        I spent the night standing there

        Under your window.

 

Here is the dawn, like a gray gloss,

"Maxime" grins:

Through the slit, brother, let's look

On the prophets and messiahs.

There was a Lord, I would ask -

No, I would not talk about life -

Bury me in Russia,

Bury me in Russia,

You can even without a cross ...

 

        All, Tatiana Mihailovna,

        There are no ribbons in the machine gun.

        You have not heard about me

        So many winters, so many years.

        You will return to Sretenka

        A hot stone summer.

        On the window there is a mark,

        However, this is not the case.