Текст песни Песни Великой Отечественной Войны - На поле танки грохотали
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На поле танки грохотали, Солдаты шли в последний бой, А молодого командира Несли с пробитой головой. По танку вдарила болванка, Прощай родимый экипаж, Четыре трупа возле танка Дополнят утренний пейзаж. Машина пламенем объята, Вот-вот рванет боекомплект. А жить так хочется, ребята, И вылезать уж мочи нет. Нас извлекут из-под обломков, Поднимут на руки каркас. И залпы башенных орудий В последний путь проводят нас. И полетят тут телеграммы Родных и близких известить, Что сын Ваш больше не вернется И не приедет погостить. В углу заплачет мать-старушка Смахнет слезу старик отец, И молодая не узнает, Какой танкиста был конец. И будет карточка пылиться На полке пожелтевших книг - В военной форме, при погонах, И ей он больше не жених. The tanks were rattling like a thunder The soldiers went to final fight And here they carried young commander With head all broken outright His tank was hit with armor-piercer So say good-bye to Guardian crew Just four more corpses in the hillside Will add to fair morning view 'Cause now the vehicle is a-burning Wait for the shells to detonate You wanna live to see this morning But you're too weak and it's too late So they'll extract you from the remains They'll put your coffin on the clay And fire & thunder from the main guns Will see you into your last way For now the telegrams are flying To tell the friends and relatives That their good son is never coming And never getting any leave And there's that photo on the bookshelf Collecting dust for years on end – In uniform, with shoulder-boards on... And he will never be her man. In unifo-orm, wI-EEEEEEth shoul-der-bo-ards OOOOOOOn... And he will never be her man. Смотрите также:
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On the field, tanks rumbled ,
The soldiers were in the last fight ,
A young commander
Carried with a broken head .
On the tank vdarila blank ,
Goodbye dear crew
Four bodies near the tank
Complement the morning landscape .
Car enveloped in flames ,
About to explode ammunition .
And so I want to live , guys
And get out so no urine .
We derive from the wreckage ,
Raise your hands on the frame.
And volleys tower guns
The last way we spend .
And they will be here Telegram
Relatives to notify ,
That your son will not return
And do not come to visit .
In the corner of his mother cry -old woman
Whisk tear old father ,
And the young do not know
What was the end tankista .
And the card will get dusty
Yellowed books on the shelf -
In military uniform with epaulets ,
And he was no longer her fiance .
The tanks were rattling like a thunder
The soldiers went to final fight
And here they carried young commander
With head all broken outright
His tank was hit with armor-piercer
So say good-bye to Guardian crew
Just four more corpses in the hillside
Will add to fair morning view
'Cause now the vehicle is a-burning
Wait for the shells to detonate
You wanna live to see this morning
But you're too weak and it's too late
So they'll extract you from the remains
They'll put your coffin on the clay
And fire & thunder from the main guns
Will see you into your last way
For now the telegrams are flying
To tell the friends and relatives
That their good son is never coming
And never getting any leave
And there's that photo on the bookshelf
Collecting dust for years on end -
In uniform, with shoulder-boards on ...
And he will never be her man.
In unifo-orm, wI-EEEEEEth
shoul-der-bo-ards OOOOOOOn ...
And he will never be her man.
