Текст песни Леонид Семаков - Посвящение Отцу

Leonid Semakov
Dedication of the Father

I put up a company , I was - and then was not ,
I developed a success, I smelled gunpowder ;
Fougasse from under me shied at half the sky -
And not having to jump , I'm missing.

I went missing - not worn out shoes
And it will be dawn , and will grow dark ...
And along the river trail - a stone's throw to Khimki ,
But Khimki not see me or nemchura !

Blizzards zametut Fields ours,
Otmoet their spring rain flow ...
We are so stubbornly waiting out the missing,
What some of us remain alive.

I'm not one of them : from decay , not from captivity.
OPRICH Christ no one alive is not running away ...
And yet, Holy Mother was Skobtsova Lena
And he was Victor Hugo , and the Middle Ages ...

The war taught us in the trenches, not in absentia ,
Appreciate every moment as the girl groom ...
Germans share the world on the west-east -
We divided them on the dead and the living.

I dreamed , my son, you have long wanted
Yes it was not up to the dreams of other alarms.
When crude decayed earth my body -
Then once in the spring , I began to grow grass.

Now I am not afraid of death nor churchyard ,
Live , son, and rejoice smekaesh rain ...
I'm still in a battle in anticipation of mowing ,
I am a gentle spring snow sternёy wait.

Send my bones underground mansion -
Of course, not easy for jokes have no place !
Grass crunched my collective farm cow -
Like milk ! Live to a hundred years !