Текст песни Владимир Мигуля - Я убит подо Ржевом

I killed underneath Rzhev

I killed underneath Rzhev,
The nameless swamp,
The fifth company,
On the left,
When violent raid.

I have not heard gap
And he saw that flash -
Just off the cliff into the abyss -
And no bottom, no tires.

And in all this world
Until the end of his days -
Not a buttonhole,
Neither's stripes
With my shirt.

I - where the roots of the blind
Looking for food in the dark;
I - where a cloud of dust
Walks rye on the hill.

I - where the cry of a cock
At the dawn of the dew;
I - where your car
Air tear on the highway.

Where - a blade of grass blade of grass -
River grass spins,
There, where the wake
Even his mother did not come.

In the summer of bitter years
I killed. For me -
No news or reports
After that day.

Calculate live,
What deadline ago
He was at the front for the first time
Named suddenly Stalingrad.

Front burned, not poetry,
As the scar on the body.
I killed and I do not know -
Our last there Rzhev?

Whether to keep our
There, in the Middle Don?
This month was terrible.
It was all on the line.

Is to autumn
It has been for H & M already Don
And though the wheels
It broke on the Volga district?

No, not true! Tasks
That is not the enemy won.
No, no! Otherwise,
Even the dead - how?

And the dead, mute,
There is one consolation:
We fell for the homeland,
But she -
Saved.

Our eyes were dim,
Heart flame extinguished.
On the ground at checkout
We did not call out.

We - that bump that stone,
Even duller, darker.
Our eternal memory -
Who envies her?

Our ashes on the right
Mastered humus.
Our eternal glory -
Nevesely reason.

We are your fighting
Do not wear the Order.
You all, alive.
We - one joy,

No wonder that fought
We are for the Motherland.
Let our voice is not heard,
You must know him.

You must have brothers,
Stand like a wall,
For the curse of the dead -
This car is terrible.

It is a bitter right
We are ever given,
And for us it is -
It is a bitter right.

Summer, forty-two,
I buried without grave.
All that happened afterwards,
I cheated Death.

All that may be, for a long time
Anyone familiar and clear.
But let it be
With our faith in accordance.

Brothers, maybe you
And not lost Don
And in the rear of Moscow
We are dying for.

And given Zavolzhskaya
Hastily dug trenches,
And fought their way
Up to the limit of Europe.

We need to know,
What it was undoubtedly
They last inch
On the road, the military -

That last inch,
What if to leave,
That reversed shagnuvshuyu
Leg nowhere to put ...

And the enemy pay
You westward ago.
Maybe Sister.
And Smolensk already taken?

And the enemy you smash
On the other turn,
Maybe you are to the border
Approaches already?

Maybe ... Yes fulfilled
The word holy oath:
After Berlin, if you remember,
Named was at Moscow.

Brothers, now trampled
The fortress of the enemy land,
If dead, fallen
If only I could cry!

If volleys victory
We, dumb and blind,
We were that committed eternity,
Resurrects a moment.

Oh, faithful companions,
Only then used in war
Your happiness is immense
You comprehend completely!

In it, the happiness is undeniably
Our blood part
We, the death of the insulation,
Faith, hate, passion.

Our all! Not slukavili
We are in a tough fight,
All giving is not left
Nothing to himself.

All you listed
Forever, not on time.
And not a living reproach
That our voice imaginable.

For in this war
We did not know the differences:
Those that are alive, that fell -
We were on a par.

And no one in front of us
From the living is not in debt,
Who out of the hands of our banner
I picked up on the run,

That for a sacred thing,
During the Soviet regime
As can be accurately
A step further to fall.

I killed underneath Rzhev,
Anyone - even for Moscow ...
Somewhere, warriors, where you
Those who remained alive ?!

In the cities of millions,
In the villages, the house - in the family?
In fighting the garrisons
On our earth not?

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