Текст песни Эдуард Асадов - Баллада о любви и ненависти

The blizzard roars like a gray-haired giant,
The second day has not abated,
Roars like five hundred aircraft turbines,
And there's her damn, end and edge!

Huge white fire dancing,
Stops the engine and extinguish lights.
The Jam snowy airfield
Office buildings and hangars.

In the smoke-filled room, dim the lights,
The second day is not sleeping radio operator.
He catches, he listens to the crackling and whistling,
Everyone is waiting tensely: alive or not?

The wireless operator nods - yes yet,
But the pain it does not straighten.
And he was still joking: & quot; Like, here's the rub
My plane left anywhere!
Most likely broken collarbone ... & quot;

Somewhere in the storm, no fire, no stars
Above the plane crash.
Only traces of snow sweeps debris
Yes, freezing pilot.

Look for tractors, day and night,
Yes, but in vain. I cry shame.
Is found here, is to help -
Hands feet from the headlights to be seen?

And he knows, and he does not expect,
Lying in a hollow that would be grave.
Tractor even if comes,
That will still take place in two steps
And do not notice it under a snowdrift.

Now any operation vain.
Still, as long as life is heard.
Audible because his walkie-talkie
Miraculously, somehow, but I saved.

Get up to, but the pain of burns side
The warm blood is full of boots,
It cools, gets frozen in ice,
Snow stuffed in his nose and mouth.

What slaughtered? Impossible to understand.
But do not move, do not take a step!
That's finished, you see, your way!
And somewhere son, wife, friends ...

Somewhere in the room, light, heat ...
Do not talk about it! In the eyes of the dark ...
Snow is probably a meter covered with snow.
The body stiffens sleepily ...

And in the words of the headset:
- Hello! Do you hear? Hold on, buddy -
Stupidly dizzy ...
- Hello! Be brave! You razyschut! ..

Husband? Yes, he, the boy, or a coward ?!
In fact there are no alterations terrible.
- Thank you ... you understand ... yet kept! -
And about himself adds: & quot; I'm afraid
What will all seem too late ... & quot;

Most cast iron head.
Ends in the radio battery.
They last for another hour or two.
How to log the hands numb ... spin ...

- Hello! - It seems general.-
Hold on, my dear, you will find dug out ...-
Strange words ring as crystal,
Bute, chattering like armor metal
A brain cooled almost fly ...

To suddenly be the happiest on earth,
How little, probably, you must:
Froze completely, to be warm,
Where is a good word yes tea on the table
Yes Alcohol breath of a puff of smoke ...

Again in the headset rustling silence.
Then through the blizzard howling:
- Hello! Here in the wheelhouse is your wife!
Now you'll hear it. ATTENTION!

For a moment buzzing tight wave,
Some noises, cod, squeaks,
And suddenly the distant voice of his wife,
Painfully familiar, eerily close!

- I do not know what to do and what to say.
Honey, because you yourself know very well,
What if even completely freeze
It is necessary to survive, to resist!

Good, bright, darling!
Well, how to explain to her in the end,
That he did not mean the same here dies
What little pain even breathe prevents
And the truth we must face.

- Look! Forecasters gave the answer:
Buran will end one day.
Hold out? Yes?
- Unfortunately not ...
- What is not? You're not in your right mind!

Alas, all muffled sounds of speech.
Decoupling, here it is - no matter how hard.
Lives are only one head,
A body - cooled down a piece of wood.

A voice cries out: - Do you hear, do you hear ?!
Hold on! Five hours later dawn.
After all, you're still living! You breathe ?!
Well, is there any chance?
- Unfortunately not ...

Not a sound. Silence. Probably crying.
How hard is it to send a last farewell!
And then: - If so, I must say! -
The voice sharp, you can not learn.
Strange. What does that mean?

- Believe me, I'm sorry to tell you.
Yesterday I used the fear disappeared.
But if you say that you do not survive,
It is best to not blame themselves when,
To tell you