"Diary" / Group "Surrogat Z" /
Coupling number 1:
The binding of January climbs in the broken windows of the houses,
Mamka burned a stool so that we stretch out another night without firewood.
I remember today, fear of my heart, for a long time, penetrated,
I get out of the box inktlinitsa and open my dust diary:
Mom went to change, for a potato sweater brought to the house,
I do not want to be on the Volkovsky cemetery in forty second.
And on the street to horror throws all the next anxiety,
I close my eyes and pray for the salvation of God.
Chorus:
Found a dusty diary on forty-fifth page,
She did not add about the "hired killer."
Mother will not pay her sitting on a freezing bed,
There is no more tears in the eyes of people in Leningrad.
Coupling number 2:
Five dependents, from the home of the native, legs lay down east,
Four do not know me, and the fifth is a neighbor two-year-old son.
I went to get bread with my mother, one hundred twenty-five grams per one.
God, what all the "old" steel, the blockade bury everyone to one.
I snatched a piece of bread from the child's hand, talking sorry,
Nearby sits the dog and the skin is covered with her bone.
And in dog eyes is reflected horror and mad hunger,
Slap hunger eats our city faster than cold.
Chorus: (the same)
Coupling number 3:
They say people that our fighters are buried daily.
I believe in the victory of brothers and fathers, and therefore only alive.
My friend on the former garden lives. How does he endure a solid mischief?!
Maybe he, too, was left with death, one on one, in Leningradsky hell?!
Long on the gray Prospekt stands, like a ghost, frozen tram.
Soon I can see, death will win, take me to God to paradise.
On the snow-covered streets, people are "funeral" sledge.
How I'm afraid to lose my good mother's breath forever!
Coupling number 4:
The fingers are eager, and I barely crank a pencil on the sheet.
With greeding Hitler killed in my body Divine beauty.
Slowly I close my eyes, and I say from the last strength:
"Mommy, sweet, give me anything, I am very hungry, my mother I ask ..."
Chorus: (the same)