Music and execution - Oleg Shvydsky
Poems - Andrey Shigin
Talk
You - everything about Stalin, about Beria,
About the NKVD and about the Gulag,
I am about faith and disbelief,
About love, clamped in a fist.
I spend your palm against the wool I,
You sparkle a sliced about the flint:
That neither the name is the new coming
That not a century - the era of change.
Whether the Blagoves is sailing from the belfry,
Whether they beat in a laban on a calane,
And the earth trembles from the enemy cavalry,
And around - the executioner on the wrap.
All the stronger tighten the ways we,
Following the disputes and speeches,
Then in Akakiya Shinel,
That in Tulup from the Green Help.
Lyarkheev gives a curse,
But, slightly - with a bubble on the Bolshak.
A long way to love from rejection,
From love to hatred - step.
And not because of Russia
Steles in the wind is not forward -
Whether in the morning the fog blue,
Is the SIZY smoke powder?
But at once in a circle we ferment, we,
In flight from prison, yes from Sumy,
And do not addate "We" and "Motherland"
Middle - "Motherland and We".
Life are our trains soon
Rush, submersing sleepers of years ...
That night passed on conversations.
Thank God, the dawn is nearing.
It seems of Blagovest sails from the belfry,
But the river is heard by Nabat.
Did not have time to come home
And again the brother goes to his brother ...