Lyrics Александр Демин - Прифронтовой Воробей
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Серый прифронтовой воробей,
Я порхаю в разрывах шрапнели...
Боевой дух в войсках с каждым днем все слабей —
Провиант не подвозят неделю.
На позициях голод и вши.
Тыл гниет, задыхаясь от вони.
Пол-Европы в руинах лежит
Империалистической бойни.
Эшелоны летят под откос.
Население грабит обозы.
У пехоты кровавый понос.
У Верховного — сифилис мозга.
Серый прифронтовой воробей,
Весь в дыму и осколках снарядов,
Я парю, как коробчатый змей
Над окопами заградотрядов.
Подо мною клубится иприт.
Надо мною плывут цеппелины.
По дорогам плетутся в пыли
Жертвы Новой Военной Доктрины.
Зверь бежит из горящих лесов.
Рыба тихо всплывает вверх брюхом.
Гражданин себе целит в висок,
Охуев от панических слухов.
Серый прифронтовой воробей,
Уворачиваясь от картечи,
Я кружу над пейзажем скорбей,
Над ландшафтом смертей и увечий.
Ни на бабочку, ни на пчелу
Острый клюв не поднявший ни разу,
Я как символ непротивления злу
И микроб пацифистской заразы.
Я на сверхзвуковой высоте
Расправляю могучие крылья...
Тот, чье детство прошло в пулеметном гнезде,
С детских лет ненавидит насилье.
Серый прифронтовой воробей,
Опаленный всемирным пожаром,
Я под лай пулеметных очередей
Исчезаю с ваших радаров...
Ветер носит обрывки газет
С обещаньями скорого мира,
И крестьянские дети бегут поглазеть,
Как расстреливают дезертиров.
За рекой догорает закат.
Опадают цветы облепихи.
У сестры милосердия взгляд
Изнасилованной воробьихи.
Серый прифронтовой воробей,
К тишине я привыкну не скоро...
Сладким дымом несет из степей...
Гаснет день. И ползут мародеры.
Gray frontal sparrow,
I flit in the shrapnel breaks ...
Morale in the army every day is weaker -
Food supplies do not bring in a week.
On the positions of hunger and lice.
The rear rots, choking on the stench.
Half of Europe lies in ruins
Imperialist slaughter.
Echelons fly downhill.
The population is robbing carts.
Infantry has bloody diarrhea.
The Supreme has syphilis of the brain.
Gray frontal sparrow,
Covered in smoke and shrapnel shells,
I hover like a boxed snake
Over trenches fences.
Under me curls mustard.
Zeppelins float above me.
On the roads weave in the dust
Victims of the New Military Doctrine.
The beast flees from burning forests.
The fish quietly pops up belly.
The citizen aims at his temple,
Okhuyev from panic rumors.
Gray frontal sparrow,
Dodging a shot,
I circle over the landscape of sorrows
Over the landscape of death and injury.
Neither the butterfly nor the bee
The sharp beak never lifted
I as a symbol of non-resistance to evil
And the microbe pacifist contagion.
I'm at supersonic height
Spreading mighty wings ...
The one whose childhood was spent in a machine gun nest,
Since childhood, hates violence.
Gray frontal sparrow,
Scorched by a worldwide fire,
I'm under the barking of machine gun bursts
Disappearing from your radar ...
The wind carries scraps of newspapers
With the promises of a speedy peace,
And the peasant children run to gape,
How to shoot deserters.
Behind the river the sunset is burning down.
Fall sea buckthorn flowers.
Mercy sister has a look
Raped sparrow
Gray frontal sparrow,
I won't get used to silence anytime soon ...
Sweet smoke carries from the steppes ...
The day goes out. And crawling marauders.
I flit in the shrapnel breaks ...
Morale in the army every day is weaker -
Food supplies do not bring in a week.
On the positions of hunger and lice.
The rear rots, choking on the stench.
Half of Europe lies in ruins
Imperialist slaughter.
Echelons fly downhill.
The population is robbing carts.
Infantry has bloody diarrhea.
The Supreme has syphilis of the brain.
Gray frontal sparrow,
Covered in smoke and shrapnel shells,
I hover like a boxed snake
Over trenches fences.
Under me curls mustard.
Zeppelins float above me.
On the roads weave in the dust
Victims of the New Military Doctrine.
The beast flees from burning forests.
The fish quietly pops up belly.
The citizen aims at his temple,
Okhuyev from panic rumors.
Gray frontal sparrow,
Dodging a shot,
I circle over the landscape of sorrows
Over the landscape of death and injury.
Neither the butterfly nor the bee
The sharp beak never lifted
I as a symbol of non-resistance to evil
And the microbe pacifist contagion.
I'm at supersonic height
Spreading mighty wings ...
The one whose childhood was spent in a machine gun nest,
Since childhood, hates violence.
Gray frontal sparrow,
Scorched by a worldwide fire,
I'm under the barking of machine gun bursts
Disappearing from your radar ...
The wind carries scraps of newspapers
With the promises of a speedy peace,
And the peasant children run to gape,
How to shoot deserters.
Behind the river the sunset is burning down.
Fall sea buckthorn flowers.
Mercy sister has a look
Raped sparrow
Gray frontal sparrow,
I won't get used to silence anytime soon ...
Sweet smoke carries from the steppes ...
The day goes out. And crawling marauders.