Lyrics Растеряев - Георгиевская ленточка

Outside the windows the spring forest flies
I'm on a Leningrad train
In front of me the girl is sitting
With a St. George ribbon in a pigtail
Today, this ribbon is worn
On the bag you can, you can - in the form of a brooch
But I remember well and without tapes
As the grandmother did not throw away the crumbs
How much superfluous we hear in days of victories
But only this treacle with oil
Do not really believe those who are ten years old
I ate mostly wood glue
And time multiplies everything by zero
Change the generation by generation
And here is the war cured pain
Comes only by spring aggravation
Over this pain, many people are
Like crows, like seagulls ... And so glad
As if they want to grab their own piece
Concrete Heroic Blockade
I'm on the train, I'm looking at everything.
In the window, at the girl with beautiful eyes
And outside the window lie soldiers
And sprouting new forests

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I drive through sinister places
Where man is the main wealth of the earth
Where else from the war
The soldiers lie three on one square meter
There are steps everywhere, there are voices
Wonderful lights on the marshes
Shadows at night you sing
As if asking and want something:

"Dig to me, brother, I'm Vershinin Sanya
The Fifth Mortar Regiment, I myself am from Ryazan
You've seen a lot of soldiers in the movies
Right now listen to my, oh, will be more interesting "

And they will begin to broadcast
In the language of moaning groans
You want to escape, but ahead
They again flash through the tree

"Dig me out quickly, I beg you again
I am Sergei Morshannikov, originally from Pskov
Tell my address to your side
The eighteenth square, a black funnel "

And in the morning everything will grow up, fly somewhere
And popreet on a machine gun in a bayonet with a mat
And the trees are all upside down: the roots grow upward
In this glorious war crime scene
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A wondrous corner, not forests, but a fairy tale
He stepped on a hillock, look, and this is a helmet
I dig a little - and here's to you: a bowler and a spoon
And over this, it is necessary to all - a cloudberry berry
Above the earth the month of May is young and beautiful
The train arrives at the Apraksin station
In the sky caravan geese, soon will be summer
The girl corrects the ribbon in her braid