Lyrics Ксения Зайцева - Муса Джалиль- Варварство

(Musa Jalil - Tatar poet)
First option

They collected them,
Calmly to the pain,
Children and women ...
And thrown into the field.
And the pit itself
These women were digging.
The Nazis were,
Viewed joked ...
Then, near the pit
We put in a row
women are oppressed
And sickly children.
upstairs
Hischnonosy Major,
These people
He looked blank.
The day was rainy,
Casa meadows
Leaden clouds,
Pushing each other.
with your ears
I heard then,
As weeping river
As howled water ...
Shouted streams,
Like little children ...
I this day
Do not forget to death.
And the sun through the clouds
(I've seen it all!),
Weeping, caressed children
His light.
As the wind howled,
Heartless and rude,
With roots that wind
Suddenly twisted oak.
Oak collapsed a huge
With a sigh, heavy.
And terrified children
Clung to their skirts.
But the sound of the machine
I was able to suddenly interrupt
Curse that threw
Monsters mother!
The son shook
Little hands and lips.
He cried in the hem
Her faded skirt.
Her soul
Breaking into pieces,
Son like shouting,
Already all understanding:
"Shoot! Ukroy!
I do not want to die! "
Bending down, took his
Arms mother
He pressed to his chest:
"Well, do not worry, now!
It will not be in the world,
My little, we ...
No, it does not hurt to be ...
Immediate death...
Close your eyes only,
No need to look at.
And the executioners bury alive.
No, better than a bullet
Together we will die. "
He closed his eyes,
The bullet entered his neck ...
suddenly lightning
Two trunk lit
And face fallen,
Whiter than chalk ...
And the wind suddenly shrieked,
And the thunder boomed.
Let the groaning earth,
Let crying crying;
As magma tear
Will let hot!
Planet!
You live millions of years,
Gardens and lakes
your number there.
But l saw you
Although the only time
Shameful case
The one that now?
My country
True to the scarlet banner!
Bathed the banner
Many tears.
Lights of the truth
Gromi executioners
For children's blood
And the blood of mothers!

October 1943

The second option

They drove with the children of mothers
And forced to dig a pit, and themselves
They stood there, a bunch of savages,
And the hoarse voices laughing.
At the edge of the abyss ranked
The weak, women, skinny guys.
Major came drunk and copper eyes
Looked doomed ... Muddy rain
Goodall the foliage of adjacent groves
And on the sidelines, wearing mist,
And the clouds descended upon the earth,
each other furiously chasing ...
No, I will not forget the day,
I will never forget, ever!
I saw: crying like children, river,
And furious sobbing mother earth.
I saw his eyes,
As the sun mournful, bathed in tears,
Through the cloud left on the field,
The last time the children kiss
Last time...
I rustled the autumn forest. It seemed that now
He's mad. anger raged
Its foliage. Mist thickened around.
I heard: powerful oak fell suddenly,
He fell, uttering a sigh heavy.
Children suddenly gripped fright -
Clung to their mothers by clinging to their skirts.
And there was a sharp shot sound
Breaking the curse,
What one woman blurted.
Child, boy sick
Head hidden in the folds of her dress
Not yet old woman. She
Watched horror is full.
How not to lose her mind!
All understood, understood everything baby.
- Hide, Mom, me! Do not die! -
He was crying, and as a sheet, can not hold back a shiver.
Child, she is most precious,
Bending down, he raised both hands to her mother,
I pressed her to his heart, against the barrel right ...
- I do, Mom, I want to live. Do not, Mom!
Let me go, let me go! What are you waiting for? -
And he wants to escape from the hands of a child,
And the terrible cry, and the voice is thin,
And in his heart, he plunges the knife.
- Do not worry, my boy. Now you sigh
freely.
Close your eyes, but do not hide your head,
To live not for you