Lyrics Муса Джалиль - волки
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Люди кровь проливают в боях:
Сколько тысяч за сутки умрет!
Чуя запах добычи, вблизи
Рыщут волки всю ночь напролет.
Разгораются волчьи глаза:
Сколько мяса людей и коней!
Вот одной перестрелки цена!
Вот ночной урожай батарей!
Волчьей стаи вожак матерой,
Предвкушением пира хмелен,
Так и замер: его пригвоздил
Чуть не рядом раздавшийся стон.
То, к березе припав головой,
Бредил раненый, болью томим,
И береза качалась над ним,
Словно мать убивалась над ним.
Старый волк постоял над бойцом.
Осмотрел и обнюхал его,
Для чего-то в глаза заглянул,
Но не сделал ему ничего...
На рассвете и люди пришли.
Видят: раненый дышит чуть-чуть.
А надежда-то все-таки есть
Эту искорку жизни раздуть.
Люди в тело загнали сперва
Раскаленные шомпола,
А потом на березе, в петле,
Эта слабая жизнь умерла...
Люди кровь проливают в боях:
Сколько тысяч за сутки умрет!
Чуя запах добычи вблизи,
Рыщут волки всю ночь напролет.
Что там волки! Ужасней и злей
Стаи диких двуногих зверей.
People shed blood in battles:
How many thousands die in a day!
Smelling the smell of prey, near
Wolves prowl all night long.
The wolf eyes flare up:
How many people and horses meat!
Here is one price shootout!
Here is the night harvest of batteries!
Wolf pack leader mother,
Anticipation of the feast of hops
So it froze: he nailed him
Nearby there was a groan.
That, leaning to the birch head,
Delirious wounded, pain weary,
And the birch swayed over him
Like a mother was killed above him.
The old wolf stood over the fighter.
I examined and sniffed it,
For something in the eye looked,
But he did not do anything to him ...
At dawn and the people came.
See: the wounded breathes slightly.
And hope, after all, there is
This spark of life to inflate.
People are driven into the body first
Blazing ramrod,
And then on the birch, in the loop,
This weak life has died ...
People shed blood in battles:
How many thousands die in a day!
Smelling the smell of prey near,
Wolves prowl all night long.
What are there wolves! Horrible and angry
Flocks of wild two-legged animals.
How many thousands die in a day!
Smelling the smell of prey, near
Wolves prowl all night long.
The wolf eyes flare up:
How many people and horses meat!
Here is one price shootout!
Here is the night harvest of batteries!
Wolf pack leader mother,
Anticipation of the feast of hops
So it froze: he nailed him
Nearby there was a groan.
That, leaning to the birch head,
Delirious wounded, pain weary,
And the birch swayed over him
Like a mother was killed above him.
The old wolf stood over the fighter.
I examined and sniffed it,
For something in the eye looked,
But he did not do anything to him ...
At dawn and the people came.
See: the wounded breathes slightly.
And hope, after all, there is
This spark of life to inflate.
People are driven into the body first
Blazing ramrod,
And then on the birch, in the loop,
This weak life has died ...
People shed blood in battles:
How many thousands die in a day!
Smelling the smell of prey near,
Wolves prowl all night long.
What are there wolves! Horrible and angry
Flocks of wild two-legged animals.