Борисов Олег, Павлов В. - На поле танки грохотали
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На поле танки грохотали,
Солдаты шли в последний бой,
А молодого командира
Несли с пробитой головой.
Под танк ударила болванка,
Прощай, гвардейский 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.
1968
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Сл.: В. Курочкин, В. Суслов
Муз.: Г. Портнов
______________________________________
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 mainguns
Will see you into your last way
For now the telegrames 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.
(пер.: Д. Воробьев)
Солдаты шли в последний бой,
А молодого командира
Несли с пробитой головой.
Под танк ударила болванка,
Прощай, гвардейский 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.
1968
----------
Сл.: В. Курочкин, В. Суслов
Муз.: Г. Портнов
______________________________________
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 mainguns
Will see you into your last way
For now the telegrames 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.
(пер.: Д. Воробьев)
Tanks rumbled on the field,
The soldiers went to the last battle,
And the young commander
Carried with a broken head.
A blank hit the tank,
Goodbye, guards crew!
Four corpses near the tank
The morning landscape will complement ...
The car is embraced by the flame
The ammunition is about to tear.
And I really want to live guys.
And there is no urine.
We will be removed from under the wreckage,
Will raise the frame on their hands,
And volleys of tower guns
We spend us on the last journey.
And telegrams will fly here
To notify relatives and friends,
That your son will not return anymore.
And he will not come to stay.
A mother-old mother will cry in the corner,
An old man-father brings a tear.
And the young does not know
What tanker was the end.
And the card will gather dust
On the shelf of yellowed books.
In military uniform, in uniform,
And she is no longer a groom.
1968
----------
Sl.: V. Kurochkin, V. Suslov
Muz.: Portnov
__________________________________________
The Tanks Were Rattling Like a Thunder
The Soldiers Went to Final Fight
And here the Carrried Young Commander
With Head All Broken Outright
HIS TANK WAS HITH 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 to Late
So thaty'll extract you from the Remains
They'll Put Your Coffin On the Clay
And Fire & Thunder from the Mainguns
Will See You into your last way
For now the Telegrames 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 duist for Years on End -
In uniform, with shoulder-boards on ...
And he Will Never be her man.
(Per.: D. Vorobyov)
The soldiers went to the last battle,
And the young commander
Carried with a broken head.
A blank hit the tank,
Goodbye, guards crew!
Four corpses near the tank
The morning landscape will complement ...
The car is embraced by the flame
The ammunition is about to tear.
And I really want to live guys.
And there is no urine.
We will be removed from under the wreckage,
Will raise the frame on their hands,
And volleys of tower guns
We spend us on the last journey.
And telegrams will fly here
To notify relatives and friends,
That your son will not return anymore.
And he will not come to stay.
A mother-old mother will cry in the corner,
An old man-father brings a tear.
And the young does not know
What tanker was the end.
And the card will gather dust
On the shelf of yellowed books.
In military uniform, in uniform,
And she is no longer a groom.
1968
----------
Sl.: V. Kurochkin, V. Suslov
Muz.: Portnov
__________________________________________
The Tanks Were Rattling Like a Thunder
The Soldiers Went to Final Fight
And here the Carrried Young Commander
With Head All Broken Outright
HIS TANK WAS HITH 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 to Late
So thaty'll extract you from the Remains
They'll Put Your Coffin On the Clay
And Fire & Thunder from the Mainguns
Will See You into your last way
For now the Telegrames 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 duist for Years on End -
In uniform, with shoulder-boards on ...
And he Will Never be her man.
(Per.: D. Vorobyov)