Текст песни Игорь Растеряев - Месяц

A soldier walked in great sorrow -
One of the battle survived.
I saw him in the field for a month.
The soldier ignited a splinter
Brewed a gruel in the boiler.
Well, the month said so quietly:

"Let trouble roam the field,
Don’t be afraid, for God's sake!
If you die at sunrise -
You will rise at sunset.

Let little luck so far
Little is more than a little!
From the steps under the boots
A road is forming. "

“You're lying!” Said the soldier angrily, “
All my shelves are broken.
What are you here, flawed, you chalk me?
I would change with you -
Will I hang around the sky
Well, you run on the ground. "

And let misfortune roam the field
Don’t be afraid, for God's sake!
If you die at sunrise -
You will rise at sunset.

Let little luck so far
Little is more than a little!
From the steps under the boots
A road is formed.

“I would be glad,” answered the month, “
But there are no stairs to heaven
Each endowed with its own path. "
And the soldier went to fight
Well, a month - to fight at night,
To be born a full moon.

Let trouble roam the field
Don’t be afraid, for God's sake!
If you die at sunrise -
You will rise at sunset.

Let little luck so far
Little is more than a little!
From the steps under the boots
A road is formed.