Lyrics Моррисон - Солдат
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Шёл солдат вслепую, в ночь,
В плен к врагам, в холодный дождь
Шёл солдат без карты,
На удачу.
Две навылет, будешь жить,
Ты ведь всех хотел убить,
Отчего же ты теперь,
Плачешь.
Пой,
Мой маленький ангел мне,
В моей заболевшей войной стране.
Пой, мой маленький ангел, пой
Ты пой.
О том, что никто не вернётся,
Никто не вернётся домой.
В тех мишенях, что стрелял,
Он своих детей узнал,
Подкосились у бойца,
Ноги.
И средь вражеских могил,
Он прощения просил,
Руки вскинул и всё звал,
Бога.
Пой,
Мой маленький ангел мне,
В моей заболевшей войной стране.
Пой, мой маленький ангел, пой
Ты пой.
О том, что никто не вернётся,
Никто не вернётся домой.
The soldier walked blindly into the night
Captured to enemies, in cold rain
There was a soldier without a card,
For good luck.
Two right through, you will live,
You wanted to kill everyone,
Why are you now,
Crying
Sing
My little angel to me,
In my war-torn country.
Sing, my little angel, sing
You sing
The fact that no one will return,
No one will return home.
In those targets that shot,
He learned his children
Weakened at the fighter,
Legs.
And among the graves of the enemy,
He asked for forgiveness
He threw up his hands and called for everything
God
Sing
My little angel to me,
In my war-torn country.
Sing, my little angel, sing
You sing
The fact that no one will return,
No one will return home.
Captured to enemies, in cold rain
There was a soldier without a card,
For good luck.
Two right through, you will live,
You wanted to kill everyone,
Why are you now,
Crying
Sing
My little angel to me,
In my war-torn country.
Sing, my little angel, sing
You sing
The fact that no one will return,
No one will return home.
In those targets that shot,
He learned his children
Weakened at the fighter,
Legs.
And among the graves of the enemy,
He asked for forgiveness
He threw up his hands and called for everything
God
Sing
My little angel to me,
In my war-torn country.
Sing, my little angel, sing
You sing
The fact that no one will return,
No one will return home.