Lyrics Максим Трошин - Степь, прошитая пулями
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AM DM
Степь, прошитая пулями, обнимала меня,
EM7 AM
И полынь обгоревшая, накормила коня;
AM G7 C F
Вся Россия истоптана, слезы льются рекой;
F DM EM7 AM
Это Родина детства, мне не нужно другой.
Наше лето последнее, уж не свидеться нам,
Я земле низко кланяюсь, поклонюсь я Церквам;
Все тут будет поругано, той России уж нет,
И как рок приближается наш последний рассвет.
AM DM
Так прощайте ж, поручик, до свиданья, корнет,
D7 G H7
Я с солдатами верными встречу этот рассвет;
AM DM AM F
Шашки вынем мы наголо, на последний наш бой,
F DM EM7 AM
Эх, земля моя русская, я прощаюсь с тобой.
Утром кровью окрасится золотистый ковыль,
Станет розово-алою придорожная пыль;
Без Крестов, без Священников, нас оставят лежать,
Будут ветры Российские панихиды справлять.
Степь порублена шашками, похоронят меня,
Ветры буйные с Дона, заберите коня;
Пусть гуляет он по степи, не доставшись врагам,
Был он другом мне преданным, я друзей не предам.
AM DM
The steppe, pierced with bullets, hugged me,
EM7 AM
And the burnt wormwood fed the horse;
AM G7 C F
All of Russia is trampled down, tears are flowing like a river;
F DM EM7 AM
This is the homeland of childhood, I don't need another.
Our summer is last, we will never meet,
I bow low to the ground, I bow down to the Churches;
Everything here will be reviled, that Russia is no longer there,
And as fate draws near our last dawn.
AM DM
So goodbye, lieutenant, goodbye, cornet,
D7 G H7
I with the faithful soldiers will meet this dawn;
AM DM AM F
We will take out the checkers, for our last fight,
F DM EM7 AM
Eh, my Russian land, I say goodbye to you.
In the morning the golden feather grass will be colored with blood,
The roadside dust will turn pink and scarlet;
Without Crosses, without Priests, we will be left to lie,
There will be winds to celebrate Russian memorial services.
The steppe is chopped up with checkers, they will bury me,
Rampant winds from the Don, take your horse;
Let him walk along the steppe, without reaching the enemies,
He was a loyal friend to me, I will not betray my friends.
The steppe, pierced with bullets, hugged me,
EM7 AM
And the burnt wormwood fed the horse;
AM G7 C F
All of Russia is trampled down, tears are flowing like a river;
F DM EM7 AM
This is the homeland of childhood, I don't need another.
Our summer is last, we will never meet,
I bow low to the ground, I bow down to the Churches;
Everything here will be reviled, that Russia is no longer there,
And as fate draws near our last dawn.
AM DM
So goodbye, lieutenant, goodbye, cornet,
D7 G H7
I with the faithful soldiers will meet this dawn;
AM DM AM F
We will take out the checkers, for our last fight,
F DM EM7 AM
Eh, my Russian land, I say goodbye to you.
In the morning the golden feather grass will be colored with blood,
The roadside dust will turn pink and scarlet;
Without Crosses, without Priests, we will be left to lie,
There will be winds to celebrate Russian memorial services.
The steppe is chopped up with checkers, they will bury me,
Rampant winds from the Don, take your horse;
Let him walk along the steppe, without reaching the enemies,
He was a loyal friend to me, I will not betray my friends.