Александр Харчиков - Безыменное поле
текст песни

based on the poem of Konstantin Simonov

Again we leave, comrade,
We lost the battle again
The bloody sun of shame
It comes behind us.

We did not close the dead eyes
We will have to tell the widows
That we did not have time, forgot
The latter is honored to give.

Not in honest soldiers' graves -
They lie right in dust.
But, giving the dead to be reputed,
But we - came alive!

Not true, we will tell you so
Their widows and their mothers:
We threw them on the road
There was no time for us to bury.

You don't seem to be listening to?
You brought your hand over me ...
For my words terrible bitterness
Forgive me, my dear comrade

Forgive me my insults
I told you with grief,
I know you are next to me
He substituted his chest a hundred times.
I know you were not afraid of bullets
And the life that your mother gave you,
You are a male hope
Sell it more expensive.

You, right, were born in the shirt,
That still still alive
And death is less for you with flour
It seemed that this shame.

You can answer that the dead
You envy yourself to fate
No, they have, I will tell you.
No, they have, I will tell you.

No, they have. Dull nights
When we move back
Rushed from dust, followed by
Our dead are watching.

The soldiers of distant campaigns,
Dead chest forward
They hear with shame and rage
Full -time creaks Submarine.

And, to take out a cut is not able to
I feel like a terrible night
The dead of the whole of Russia get up,
Trumpeters sing to the dead.

Their pipes play silently,
Their traces are invisible from the legs,
The words of a soundless team
Their company are built in the ranks.

They don't want to stay
In the forgotten graves of their
So that enemy guns of the wheel
To the east they crawled through them.

In white-green uniforms,
Fallen under Peter,
Dead Transfigurations
They are built silently in the square.

Gray corporals cry,
The horn plays lingeringly
For the first time from the Poltava battle
They go east

From under the stronghold of Ishmael,
Not knowing Dosel retirad
Ponuro leaves the last one
Suvorovsky dead soldier
The drums are rattled in the Carpathians,
And the pipes are singing over the bug
Siberian dead companies
They get up at the walls of Przemysl.

And on the decayed post -brings
Backstage through Neman and rod
Artillery horses
Broken guns are taken.

You hear, comrade, you hear
How the dead follow
You hear: not only descendants
The ancestors curse us for this.

We swear with you, comrade,
That no longer a step back!
So that they no longer follow us
Silent shadows of soldiers.

So that where we become today,
Horseshoes and small forests,
Chicken stream in half an archar,
Coastal otologia sand,-

So that this dosel is unknown
A piece of us who gave birth to the earth
Became the last place, document
The last Germans have reached.

Let it be an unclean field
Where now we had to stand
Suddenly it will become the same stronghold,

Which the Germans do not take.
After all, only in the Mozhaisk district
We heard the name of the village
Which is later Russia
I called Borodin.

1942, July