Lyrics Анатолий Беляев - Красная Пресня
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Миха Пестунов
Сл. Владимир Гревцев, Муз. Анатолий Беляев
КРАСНАЯ ПРЕСНЯ.
Где расстреляна совесть была
И воскресла,
Снова поступью памяти босой пройду
Красной строчкой написано
"Красная Пресня"
У страны непокорной моей на роду
Здесь уроки История преподносила -
Подъярёмный удел оставлять в дураках,
В час, когда против рабства вставала Россия
На дыбы пролетарских, своих баррикад!
И гремело грядущей грозы провозвестье!
И лилась революции ярая кровь!
И вбирала булыжными фибрами Пресня
Красный голос знамён,
Красный отсвет костров!
Врезан в сердце завет нам от пятого года,
От горячего дела рабочих дружин:
Правда неубиенна, бессмертна свобода!
Палача и вампира не вечен режим!
И наследие мужества приняли здесь мы!
Возле Дома Советов в свинцовые дни.
Нашей кровью омытая Красная Пресня,
Новых классовых битв отражала огни.
Нет, эпоха не минула гнева и мести!
И простреленных красных знамён торжества!
В честный колер рассвета окрашена Пресня,
Тем и в прошлом она и в грядущем права!
Mikha Pestunov
Sl. Vladimir Grevtsev, muses. Anatoly Belyaev
Red Presnya.
Where the conscience was shot
And resurrected
I will go back in memory of my memory again
It is written in red
"Red Presnya"
The country has my rebellious
Here the history presented the history -
Little destiny to leave in fools,
At the hour when Russia rose against slavery
On the hind legs of the proletarian, their barricades!
And the thunderstorm was thundered by the thunderstorm!
And the revolution of ardent blood poured!
And she brought Presnya cobblestone fibers
Red voice banner
Red reflection of bonfires!
The Testament is cut into the heart from the fifth year,
From the hot business of workers' squads:
True, it is non -enable, immortal freedom!
The executioner and the vampire is not eternal mode!
And we have accepted the legacy of courage here!
Near the House of Soviets on lead days.
Our blood washed red preser
New class battles reflected lights.
No, the era did not pass anger and revenge!
And the lifted red celebrations!
Presnya is painted in the honest column of dawn,
That and in the past she is in the future right!
Sl. Vladimir Grevtsev, muses. Anatoly Belyaev
Red Presnya.
Where the conscience was shot
And resurrected
I will go back in memory of my memory again
It is written in red
"Red Presnya"
The country has my rebellious
Here the history presented the history -
Little destiny to leave in fools,
At the hour when Russia rose against slavery
On the hind legs of the proletarian, their barricades!
And the thunderstorm was thundered by the thunderstorm!
And the revolution of ardent blood poured!
And she brought Presnya cobblestone fibers
Red voice banner
Red reflection of bonfires!
The Testament is cut into the heart from the fifth year,
From the hot business of workers' squads:
True, it is non -enable, immortal freedom!
The executioner and the vampire is not eternal mode!
And we have accepted the legacy of courage here!
Near the House of Soviets on lead days.
Our blood washed red preser
New class battles reflected lights.
No, the era did not pass anger and revenge!
And the lifted red celebrations!
Presnya is painted in the honest column of dawn,
That and in the past she is in the future right!