Lyrics Боханцев Сергей - Проиграют трубачи зорю
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Проиграют трубачи зарю,
Разлетится воронов стая,
Разлетится воронов стая,
Ветры разгуляются...
И по чисту полюшку-полю,
До самого до края,
Всё, товарищ мой, всё
Заколыхается...
Неприятеля, видать, много.
Ну да, братцы, не впервой - сладим,
Ну да, братцы, не впервой - сладим,
Кровушкой умоемся.
Скажет командир-отец: "С Богом!"
Затанцует конь рядом,
И одна к одной колонны
Построятся...
Может, мы на грудь картечь примем,
Да на помощь нам полки идут.
Да на помощь нам полки идут,
Веселые, бравые...
Животы положим, загинем,
А не дадим Расею в обиду,
Покусаемся за дело
За правое.
Понапрасну будут ждать бабы,
Сирую свою кляня долю,
Сирую свою кляня долю,
Ныне да во все века.
Ах, товарищ мой, кабы
Не играли трубачи зарю,
Спи, товарищ мой, спи крепко,
Живой пока...
1986
Lose trumpeters dawn
A flock of crows will scatter
A flock of crows will scatter
The winds are roaming ...
And on a clean pole-field,
To the very edge
Everything, my friend, everything
Zagolyaetsya ...
The enemy, you see, a lot.
Well, yes, brothers, not the first time - sweet,
Well, yes, brothers, not the first time - sweet,
Kushushkoy wash.
The commander-father will say: "With God!"
The horse will dance near
And one to one column
Build ...
Maybe we will take on the chest
Yes, we go to the aid of the shelves.
Yes, we go to the aid of the shelves,
Merry, brave ...
Stomachs we put zaginym
And do not give Raseyu offense,
We get down to business
For the right.
In vain will be women,
I ruin my cursing share,
I ruin my cursing share,
Now yes in all ages.
Oh, my friend, if
Do not play trumpeters dawn,
Sleep, my friend, sleep tight,
Alive for now ...
1986
A flock of crows will scatter
A flock of crows will scatter
The winds are roaming ...
And on a clean pole-field,
To the very edge
Everything, my friend, everything
Zagolyaetsya ...
The enemy, you see, a lot.
Well, yes, brothers, not the first time - sweet,
Well, yes, brothers, not the first time - sweet,
Kushushkoy wash.
The commander-father will say: "With God!"
The horse will dance near
And one to one column
Build ...
Maybe we will take on the chest
Yes, we go to the aid of the shelves.
Yes, we go to the aid of the shelves,
Merry, brave ...
Stomachs we put zaginym
And do not give Raseyu offense,
We get down to business
For the right.
In vain will be women,
I ruin my cursing share,
I ruin my cursing share,
Now yes in all ages.
Oh, my friend, if
Do not play trumpeters dawn,
Sleep, my friend, sleep tight,
Alive for now ...
1986