Lyrics Леонид Сергеев - Колоколенка

Bell tower
L. Sergeev

On the mountain, on the hill,
It is a bell tower,
And with her on the pole
Lupit machine gun.
And lies on the pole,
Boots to the sun,
With rastaky mother
Our hero platoon.

We paw a bit
Fingers,
Bullets like sparrows
Splashing in the dust.
Mitria Gorokhova
Yes Sergeant Mokhov
These are the little sparrows
They took yes found.

Here senior Krupennikov
Says me thin
So that I took the death
For honest people,
To the bell
Choked krovushkoy
Rastaky
This bitch of a cat.

I to my rifle
Firmly bayonet,
Tucked in his boots
Old croaked
& quot; Glory ... & quot; third degree
Yes, the brave medal
On the left I put the sides
Deep in pocket.

I cram served
I chinarik thrown
Me senior krupennikov
The flask is empty
I tried it,
Remembered my mother,
And across the field
Quickly ran.

And on the bell
Sukin cat got nervous,
He began to target me,
To be sure
Yes, see sorinochka
Small sandworm
In the eye fell fierce,
The hand shook.

Well, I dropped my rifle,
Yes fell for a pebble,
That vrazhina thought,
As if hooked.
Yes, he must have been a shot,
Immediately did not believe me
And a stone pebble
Long planted.

Yes, apparently not destiny was
Bullets me to try.
Himself senior Krupennikov
I got up, like a parade ...
Immediately from the bell tower,
Fun tweeting
Birdies flew in the chest,
Thrown back ...

I shouted without a voice
Gnawed bitter bitterness,
I ran without thinking
In the hill, straight.
Burned me and tormented
The malice is not inevitable,
Methyl in the bell
My hungry bayonet.

Hillock hillocks,
Towers, bell towers ...
What is appointed to whom
Whose turn is now.
The wound is not healed ...
Memory is not killed
Sunny and Pole,
Yes heroic platoon.