Lyrics Аида Ведищева - Военные оркестры
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От места и до места,
От плаца и до боя
Военные оркестры
Шагают за трубою,
Она звучит высоко,
В атаку поднимая,
И знамя, словно солнце,
Дорогу освещает.
Припев:
Растут цветы в окопах,
Но если бой нагрянет,
Споет труба тревожно -
Походная труба.
Я слышу: барабаны
Выводят дробь сухую,
И жизнь - как поле брани,
И надо жить, рискуя,
И верить, словно в детстве,
Все беды отвергая,
Военному оркестру,
Который не смолкает.
Припев.
А если, в час атаки,
Быть может, упаду я,
Товарищи, не плачьте,
Шагайте, атакуя,
Над пылью придорожной
Труба звучит высоко,
Труба велит продолжить,
Продолжить путь под солнцем.
Припев.
Споет труба тревожно -
Походная труба!
From place to place
From the parade ground to the battlefield
Military Bands
Stride after the trumpet
She sounds high
In the attack raising,
And the banner is like the sun
Lights the way.
Chorus:
Flowers grow in the trenches,
But if the battle comes,
The pipe will sing alarmingly -
Marching pipe.
I hear: drums
Remove the shot dry,
And life is like a battlefield
And you have to live, risking
And believe, as if in childhood,
All the evils rejecting
Military Band,
Which does not cease.
Chorus.
And if, in the hour of attack,
Perhaps I will fall,
Comrades, do not cry
Step, attacking,
Over roadside dust
Trumpet sounds high,
The pipe tells me to continue
Continue under the sun.
Chorus.
The pipe will sing alarmingly -
Marching pipe!
From the parade ground to the battlefield
Military Bands
Stride after the trumpet
She sounds high
In the attack raising,
And the banner is like the sun
Lights the way.
Chorus:
Flowers grow in the trenches,
But if the battle comes,
The pipe will sing alarmingly -
Marching pipe.
I hear: drums
Remove the shot dry,
And life is like a battlefield
And you have to live, risking
And believe, as if in childhood,
All the evils rejecting
Military Band,
Which does not cease.
Chorus.
And if, in the hour of attack,
Perhaps I will fall,
Comrades, do not cry
Step, attacking,
Over roadside dust
Trumpet sounds high,
The pipe tells me to continue
Continue under the sun.
Chorus.
The pipe will sing alarmingly -
Marching pipe!