Текст песни Игорь Жук - Баллада о подвиге

The trouble didn't knock - she broke the gate,
And became air, and became water and grass ...
Yes, some escaped, but others went to work,
Yes, there is such a job - to cope with disaster.
And the hot fingers of misfortune reached out to the sisters -
Is about to dance crazy lights whirlwind,
And there were seconds to choose fate and decide
Don't just take the risk, but decide to die.

Of course, songs and books will write about this,
But it was as if it melted into my memory in a terrible fire
A cynic's smirk, a connoisseur's speech
And photos of those killed in this sudden war.
Let's remember this heroic landing, but
For the bitterness of sorrow, I would not allow the mind to go blind,
Yes, there is a place for feat in life, but that's what is annoying -
Is there too often a place for him? ..

We read books about exploits in childhood voraciously,
Events and names were taught by heart.
We know everyone will surely be a hero
When he becomes a hero the country will order.
But life puts us questions in a new way, eternal -
She loves to knit the knots of our destinies:
And can everyone lie with their hearts on the pillbox, like Sailors,
When will the country not have time to order anything? ..

Fate is insidious - and its questions every now and then
We are pulled into a dead end and in a cruel turn:
And can you, brother, burn for the country, like Gastello,
Knowing in advance that fame won't find you.
And if you can't, the trouble will be amused like this:
Not those times and the people, apparently, are not the same now ...
Will everyone be able to go to the reactor with a shovel? -
But no, it won't go under the tank with a grenade tomorrow either.

Calmly, one must not rush to condemn the century,
Where the vaunted robot beeps in fright: I pass! ..
A man is walking - nothing is stronger than a man!
You are looking for heroes in books - they are among you!