In & quot; Maxima & quot; blood - Vodice,
He babbles - do not fall asleep.
In white-capital
Commissioner matrosney.
Darkness hanging over Perekop,
Waiting band AM:
Tomorrow all will perish en masse,
Tomorrow all will perish en masse,
Golden cadets ...
You, Tatyana,
And do not give because seventeen.
You and braids pinned up,
To look older.
Do not schurtes you wholly;
No return.
You do not even remember
However, that's not it.
Crowded Sevastopol
Rubbish - God's grace,
Do not see throned
Russia we do not see.
Where wore, which decimated
Our white destiny -
Blood thicker than water-in & quot; & quot ;, maxim
Blood thicker than water-in & quot; & quot ;, maxim
And we are not blue ...
Here, Tatyana,
Where to meet us fell.
Your lips Opal
Until the end of someone drunk.
We are lovers of old,
We just that - ahead,
I'm idle night
Under your window.
Here dawn as gray gloss,
Grins & quot; max & quot ;:
Through the slot, brother, look
The prophets and messiahs.
Was the Lord would have asked -
No, life would not -
Bury me in Russia
Bury me in Russia
You can even without a cross ...
All Tatyana,
In no machine gun belts.
I have not heard about you
So many winters, so many years.
You will return to Sretenka
Hot stone summer.
On the window there otmetinka,
However, that's not it.
