Александр Галич - Баллада о вечном огне
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... "Unknown", crowned with the glory of the abuse!
A young man or a grief-prove?!
And they include their knees under the thunder drum
Before this mystery of the head of government!
Above dumb graves - a cry! - Tombstones ...
But sometimes the tombstones are not the essence, but like it,
But sometimes you are not pain, but a vanity store -
Golden letters on black granite! ..

Is everything about that?
Is everything forever - with pain?
You hear a ghetto pipe
The dead calls for battle!
Walk, pipe, how to go,
Sing about my Poland
Sing about my mother -
There, in the cesspool! ..

Tum-ballast, tum-ballast, tum-ballaika,
Tum-ballast, tum-ballast, tum-ballaika,
Tum-Balalaika, Balalaika spil,
My heart breaks and cries!

And the merchants come to Poznan,
Buy furs and soap ...
Wait until it's too late
Do not forget how it was!

How we mowed with black fire
In that last blind attack ...
"Poppies, poppies on Monte Cassino",
How we fell into these poppies! ..

And at the fair - everything is beautiful,
And rustling ribs or brands ...
"Poppies, poppies on Monte Cassino",
Ah, how blackened, poppies!

But calls the pipe to hand -to -hand
And orders - fight!
Walk, sing us about the most terrible
The hardest currency in the world! ..

Tum-ballast, tum-ballast, tum-ballaika,
Tum-ballast, tum-ballast, tum-ballaika,
Tum-Balalaika, Balalaika spil,
My heart breaks and cries!
Remember how the stunned soldering
Before the line on the appellatz,
Tum-Balalaika, Balalaika spil,
In the gas chamber - dead to dance ...

And here more:
In a mazurochka
Then with a step, then crawling
Two tracks went
On a campaign for the "tongue"!
In a mazurochka, in a mazurochka
Nafabren musty,
Potted in the punch
Trophy watch!
We drink, walk in Poznan
Three nights and three days ...
He left unidentified
I cut me a patrol!
Oh, turquoise dawns,
Sunset - Anilin!
We went my kirsovs
To the city on Berlin!
Basy thunder thunder
On the line of fire,
My kirsovs are coming
Yes, only without me! ..
There at the river bend
Green bed
Where the trained soldier is sleeping,
Fired, trained
Shoot and kill!
Among the path of a passerby -
My last wait
There is only no, as it should be
Planks with a star.

You don't be sad, dear mother,
You sleep calmly, rest!
Forgive, sorry company intelligence,
Comrade Stalin, forgive!
Do not twist, dear mother,
As they say, fate is blind,
And it may turn out that folk
The path will not overgrow to me ...

And also:
Where they wandered around the KAERA zone, (*)
Where they were looking for rotten roots under the snow,
Before this land - no premieres,
Pulling his pants, they will not kneel!
Above the Siberian Okay, above the Kama, over the Ow,
Neither wreaths nor banners will put on the tombstone!
Only like an eternal fire, like imperishable glory -
Stack! Stack! Forestial staff!

Later, friends, later,
We will end forever with pain
Get a pipe, go!

Sing, and call for battle!
Copper with all the flesh
Walk about my Potma!
Sing about my brother -
There, in the ice fall! ..

Oh, how this bitter copper calls
Get up to fight, get up to dare!
Tum-Balalaika, Balalaika spil,
The song with which you went to death!
Tum-ballast, tum-ballast, tum-ballaika,
Tum-ballast, tum-ballast, tum-ballaika,
Tum-Balalaika, Balalaika spil,
My heart breaks and cries!

December 31, 1968,