Lyrics Сергей Калугин - Последний воин мёртвой земли
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Удары сердца твердят мне, что я не убит
Сквозь обожженные веки я вижу рассвет
Я открываю глаза - надо мною стоит
Великий Ужас, которому имени нет
Они пришли как лавина, как черный поток
Они нас просто смели и втоптали нас в грязь
Все наши стяги и вымпелы вбиты в песок
Они разрушили все, они убили всех нас...
Они пришли как лавина, как черный поток
Они нас просто смели и втоптали нас в грязь
Все наши стяги и вымпелы вбиты в песок
Они разрушили все, они убили всех нас...
И можно тихо сползти по горелой стерне
И у реки, срезав лодку, пытаться бежать
И быть единственным выжившим в этой войне
Но я плюю им в лицо, я говорю себе: "Встать!"
Удары сердца твердят мне, что я не убит
Сквозь обожженные веки я вижу рассвет
Я открываю глаза - надо мною стоит
Великий Ужас, которому имени нет
Я вижу тень, вижу пепел и мертвый гранит
Я вижу то, что здесь нечего больше беречь
Но я опять поднимаю изрубленный щит
И вырываю из ножен бессмысленный меч.
Последний воин мертвой земли...
Я знаю то, что со мной в этот день не умрет
Нет ни единой возможности их победить
Но им нет права на то, чтобы видеть восход
У них вообще нет права на то, чтобы жить
И я трублю в свой расколотый рог боевой
Я поднимаю в атаку погибшую рать
И я кричу им - "Вперед!", я кричу им - "За мной!"
Раз не осталось живых, значит мертвые - Встать!
Последний воин мертвой земли...
Heart beats tell me that I'm not killed
Through the burnt eyelids I see the dawn
I open my eyes - it's worth it
The Great Horror, to which there is no name
They came like an avalanche, like a black stream
They just dared us and trampled us into the mud
All our banners and pennants are driven into the sand
They destroyed everything, they killed us all ...
They came like an avalanche, like a black stream
They just dared us and trampled us into the mud
All our banners and pennants are driven into the sand
They destroyed everything, they killed us all ...
And you can quietly slide on a burnt stubble
And by the river, cutting off the boat, trying to escape
And to be the only survivor of this war
But I spit in their face, I say to myself: "Stand up!"
Heart beats tell me that I'm not killed
Through the burnt eyelids I see the dawn
I open my eyes - it's worth it
The Great Horror, to which there is no name
I see a shadow, I see the ashes and the dead granite
I see that there is nothing more to look after here
But I again raise the severed shield
And I tear the senseless sword out of its scabbard.
The last warrior of the dead land ...
I know what will not die with me this day
There is not a single way to defeat them
But they do not have the right to see the sunrise
They have no right to live at all
And I blow into my chopped battle horn
I raise the attack on the deceased army
And I shout to them - "Forward!", I shout to them - "Follow me!"
Once there are no survivors, then the dead - Stand up!
The last warrior of the dead land ...
Through the burnt eyelids I see the dawn
I open my eyes - it's worth it
The Great Horror, to which there is no name
They came like an avalanche, like a black stream
They just dared us and trampled us into the mud
All our banners and pennants are driven into the sand
They destroyed everything, they killed us all ...
They came like an avalanche, like a black stream
They just dared us and trampled us into the mud
All our banners and pennants are driven into the sand
They destroyed everything, they killed us all ...
And you can quietly slide on a burnt stubble
And by the river, cutting off the boat, trying to escape
And to be the only survivor of this war
But I spit in their face, I say to myself: "Stand up!"
Heart beats tell me that I'm not killed
Through the burnt eyelids I see the dawn
I open my eyes - it's worth it
The Great Horror, to which there is no name
I see a shadow, I see the ashes and the dead granite
I see that there is nothing more to look after here
But I again raise the severed shield
And I tear the senseless sword out of its scabbard.
The last warrior of the dead land ...
I know what will not die with me this day
There is not a single way to defeat them
But they do not have the right to see the sunrise
They have no right to live at all
And I blow into my chopped battle horn
I raise the attack on the deceased army
And I shout to them - "Forward!", I shout to them - "Follow me!"
Once there are no survivors, then the dead - Stand up!
The last warrior of the dead land ...