Lyrics Песни бардов о войне Михаил Трегер - Посвящение молодёжи 40-х
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Михаил Трегер
Заглянуть бы вперед, хоть на тысячу дней,
Может в тысячу раз станет взгляд твой острей.
Чтобы ты, словно хлеб, все заранее вкусил,
От вершенья судеб до движенья светил.
Но в грядущем темно, и бессилен твой взгляд.
Остается одно, оглянуться назад.
И придет к тебе весть от свершившихся лет.
Ибо прошлое есть, но прошедшего нет.
Мы вряд ли были страшны врагам в нашем первом бою.
Мы знали, в какой стороне Зурбаган, в какой стороне Гель-Гью,
И были бои, и за ними бои, росли бугорки могил.
Мы знали, в какой стороне свои, в какой стороне враги.
Сдвигались стрелки координат, вкривь параллели шли,
Мы знали, в какой стороне Ленинград, в какой стороне Берлин.
И был действительно страшен врагам последний из нас, один,
Который вспомнил про Зурбаган, как только пришел в Берлин.
Mikhail Treger
Would look forward, at least a thousand days,
Maybe a thousand times will be the look of your sharp.
So that you like bread, all tasted in advance,
From the top of the fate to the movement shone.
But in the coming dark, and your gaze is sensible.
One thing remains, look back.
And comes to you news from the accomplished years.
For the past is, but there is no past.
We were unlikely to be scary enemies in our first battle.
We knew in which side of Zurbagan, in which side of gel-go,
And there were fights, and for them fights, the burgers grew up.
We knew what side our side, in which side of the enemies.
The arrows of coordinates shifted, incision parallels walked,
We knew in which side of Leningrad, in which side of Berlin.
And was really afraid of enemies the last of us, one,
Who remembered Zurbagan as soon as came to Berlin.
Would look forward, at least a thousand days,
Maybe a thousand times will be the look of your sharp.
So that you like bread, all tasted in advance,
From the top of the fate to the movement shone.
But in the coming dark, and your gaze is sensible.
One thing remains, look back.
And comes to you news from the accomplished years.
For the past is, but there is no past.
We were unlikely to be scary enemies in our first battle.
We knew in which side of Zurbagan, in which side of gel-go,
And there were fights, and for them fights, the burgers grew up.
We knew what side our side, in which side of the enemies.
The arrows of coordinates shifted, incision parallels walked,
We knew in which side of Leningrad, in which side of Berlin.
And was really afraid of enemies the last of us, one,
Who remembered Zurbagan as soon as came to Berlin.