Текст песни Алексей Ивакин - 5. После войны

After the war there was none to bury them.
  Imagine - a town of Chudovo . Little is. On such campuses is Russia . No, not right ...
  Russia - these towns .
  That is so right .
  There drinking moonshine , smoke ' Accept ' hit by drunk wives do for you on Snickers and Mars.
  There's Factory ' Cadbury ' .
  And a couple of schools, the house-museum Nekrasov and train station .
  And another branch of the Savings Bank.
  In autumn 1998, for some reason we got there at night . Sasha Magpies - it had such a name - was working as a security guard in the bank itself .
  Here we are at night to him and cornered . Well, of course , zatarilis the most can not .
  I Ritka . The guys we have in Demyansk were ... We were late for something , do not remember why.
  Well, here we sit , drink at night in the Savings Bank . Rejoice in the meeting .
  Sasha says :
  - Then after the war, the field was burnt . A single house . School only. And the house -museum Nekrasov. My grandfather told me - he was a kid then - threw off the windows of our and the Germans. Weapons collected and taken away somewhere. Corpses rolled under the asphalt . There's now a sports ground . Children are engaged in physical activity . Football is played ... roll up , it means that their under asphalt , next week lessons began . At school . Part No firewood went . Sitting on the floor . And on the walls still bloodstains . The first lesson was - German ...
  And I remembered how in 1996 we guide about this very house Nekrasov said his Germans spared. House in a sense, not the poet.
  Quote:
  '... Aunt -guide so proudly said it as if Hans personally to the threshold are not allowed. Dura . Then he led us , after examination of his bedroom , courtyard. By the grave of his beloved dog . His wife, he took on the hunt for the first time , she blindly whether it be a cunning and shoot . That it move not there on Forests , as she sits at home . However, this did not stop him . Went into depression, wrote a couple of poems touching, dog buried , and she put a pebble . Granite . While grieving wife he put the horn to his own friend. But it is not so , in general, have led us to this grave and pompous aunt so vperlis eye in the sky and says breathlessly : & quot; billeting silently at the grave of the best friend of the great poet Nikolai Alekseevich ... ... ... & quot Nekrasov ; And here is the third minute of silence for the day. But surprise all shut up ...
   - And how it ended ?
  - And nothing special . Acne air spoiled loud, and everyone just hysterical rzhachnaya happened. Baba too. Not only she laughed . Spots went . And let's shout ! What exactly do not remember screaming , but , like, the first time sees such cultureless bastards that are inexpensive memory of Russia .
  - Say so ? - Zahar laughed .
  - About bastards not sure. Perhaps freaks - smiled Leonidych ' .
  There was nothing to eat and speak - to bury !
  Is useful . 1996 .
  - I'm from the war there was not , sons , in the woods something ! Germans beat our ... Wind from there - could not breathe . In the basement of climbs and rags were covered . Rotten smell. And if a cow goes there , so all - esteem, disappeared. Explode. Patsanyata nights running , meat from cows collected. There are some hunting! How many of them armless back there ... And how many buried ... Oh, dear God ...
  But the trees grow well in fertilizer ...
  Meat Bor. 1997 .
  Field. Birches . Each grows , somehow , from the skull .
  Guys in birch sprouted.
  Hundreds of birch ...
  Sinyavino . 2007 .
  Man cut out of wood. Hands in the earth. Rib. Taz ...
  Feet have grown into a tree. They lifted off the ground. Straight from the barrel sticking out . Sawed .
  Sinyavino . 2009 .
  Fighter. Nameless. Four birches , some bush . He himself under the roots . We are looking for the medallion in the bones . No medallion.
  If the forester will - for each tree is fine - 500 rubles.
  Did not come. Saved .
  But go and fined ...
  Sevastopol in 2008 .
  Day of work on the ' watch ' costs 50 rubles.
  We have 50 rubles to the nose to pay local forester to seek and to bury the children .
  We live after the war.
  And most - Absolutely ! - simple