Lyrics Роберт Рождественский - Пуля

Robert Christmas. "210 steps"

"Bullet"

While this bullet flew into it ...
- What are you talking about?!.
He died
in the hospital.
And all this was
Not suddenly.
Almost in the month
we knew it,
that he is doomed ...
Do you remember,
How cried in an empty office
surgeon?!
"What kind of person dies!
What kind of person! .. "
Poet Surgery
Palsy stood at the table.
I wanted to refute the forecasts.
AND -
Not denied.
There was no
bullets ...

- No,
Still, the bullet was! ..
On any tombstone -
two
Main years:
The year of coming to this world.
And year care.

From the threshold
to another threshold
goes-circling on the ground
Your road.
Goes-circling on the ground
Your fatigue.
And no one will say
Much left ...
But once,
Contrary to your will,
Out
Hope and River!
Out
Dreams and sadness!
"Arrived - loss ..." -
They believe in it
no stamp...

I look at a stone
In fright:
between dates -
damn
Like a mark from the bullet!
Trail from bullets!
Track
Brown color ...
So, after all
was
This bullet is!
So, after all
Self
For a long time!
So, after all
waited
day and hour!
She was waiting for her
waited
Everything flew!
AND -
Dredge.
Waited.
Dysfused ...
Two numbers on the stone
Time erases.
Trail from Bullee
between them
Flames! ..

While these bullets fly, -
(And they fly!) -
While these bullets fly
in you
And in me,
filled with wind
Autumn pines buzz
yellow in the shop windows
newspapers
Yesterday ...
And bullets fly!
And it is impossible to sit down in armor,
go
Climb the arms forgotten by God ...

But where and when she
Meeting
I appointed me -
Merry bullet,
Damned bullet mine?!
Hit
In which side
and which side? ..
Wait!
Yes, really
can't she miss it?!

And again
Cudny days
The fuss is full.
I live and believe
that life is
It is impossible long.
That's something did not: "IT IT ..."
(And the bullet flies! ..)
"Finishing after ..."
(And the bullet laughs, flying! ..)

In a raw window
nearly time
Looks.
And the sky
in lost stars
like in drops
Rain ...

Well,
That we are people
To understand everything.
That we are people
To believe
In immortal dreams ...
Over children's breathing
bent
Tired mother.
Sorry names
at the foot
Kremlin Wall ...
That we are people
To remember
other people.
That we are people
To hear
their voices ...
In the flawed sky -
Dawn strip ...
May be memorable
each
last day!
And every coming day
May it take! ..

While these bullets fly,
we
We must live.
While these bullets fly,
we should
be on time
raise bread
Earth save
A song fold.
... while these bullets fly
in you and in me ...