КаБэ - Я убит подо Ржевом...
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I killed under Rzhev,
In a mystery of swamp
In the fifth company, on the left,
With cruel tax.
I did not hear the gap,
I have not seen that flash, -
Exactly in the abyss from the cliff -
And neither the bottom of the tire.
And in all this world,
Until the end of his days
Nor petitions nor skirts
With my gymnasther.
I am where the roots are blind
Looking for food in darkness;
I - where with a dust cloud
There is a rye on the hill;
I am where the cry cock
At the dawn's dawn;
I am where your cars
The air is torn on the highway;
Where blasting to travel
River grass spins, -
Where to commemorate
Even the mother will not come.

Count, alive,
What time ago
Was at the front for the first time
Named suddenly Stalingrad.
Front burned, not a verses,
As on the body, the scar.
I'm killed and do not know
Are our Rzhev finally?
Lended ours
There, on the middle Don? ..
This month was terrible,
It was all on Konound.
Really until autumn
He was already behind him
And at least wheels
He broke out to the Volga?
No it is not true. Tasks
That did not won the enemy!
No, no! And otherwise
Even the dead - how?
And in dead, fragravy,
There is an even one:
We fell for your homeland,
But she is saved.
Our eyes fed up
Heart Flame Forest
On land at calibration
Not us.
We are our combat
Do not wear orders.
You - all this, alive.
We - Otrada alone:
What was not afraid fought
We are for my motherland.
Let our voice be heard -
You must know it.
You had to, brothers,
To resist the wall
For dead curse -
This car is terrible.
This is a formidable law
We are forever given, -
And for us it is -
This is bitter right.
In the summer, in forty second,
I buried without a grave.
All that was then
Death delivered me.
Everyone that maybe long ago
You are familiar and clear
But yes it will be
With our faith according to.

Brothers maybe you
And not don lost
And in the rear of Moscow
For her died.
And in the Zavolzhskaya Dali
Hastily sworn trenches,
And with battles reached
Before Europe.
We are enough to know
What was undoubtedly
That last span
On the road military.
That last span
What if you leave,
That stepped back
There is nowhere to put a leg.
That feature of the depth
Behind which rushing
Because of your back
The flame of the Burner of the Urals.
And the enemy turned out
You are west, back.
Maybe twinwomen
And Smolensk already taken?
And the enemy you are loud
On another turn
Maybe you are to the border
Sit down already!
Maybe ... yes will be
The word oath holy! -
After all, Berlin, if you remember
Named was near Moscow.
Brothers, now mentioning
Fortress of enemy land,
If the dead, the fallen
If you could cry!
If bobls are victory
Us, dumb and deaf,
Us that eternity are committed
We resurrected by a moment -
Oh, comrades are faithful
Only then would be on the warrior
Your happiness is immeasial
You have comprehended quite.
In it, that happiness, indisputable
Our blood is
Ours, the death is turned off,
Vera, hatred, passion.
Out of all! Did not survive
We are in the harsh struggle
I gave everything, did not leave
Nothing with you.

All of you are listed
Forever, not for a term.
And alive not in reproach
This voice is your thoughtful.
Brothers, in this war
We did not know different:
Those that are alive that fell, -
We were alongside.
And no one in front of us
From the living, not in debt,
Who of our banners
Picked up on the run,
So that the sacred business
For Soviet power
Also, maybe exactly
Step further fall.
I killed under Rzhev,
That is still near Moscow.
Somewhere, warriors where you
Who stayed alive?
In the cities of Millionnaya
In villages, houses in the family?
In combat garrisons
On not our land?
Ah, his own, alien,
All in the colors of Ile in the snow ...
I'll be your life, -
What else can I?
Wait in that life
You are happy to be
And the Roda Schizhn
With honor to serve.
Sorry - Goredely,
Not clone head
Smoke - not boastful
Per hour of victory itself.
And take care of her holy
Brothers, happiness your own -
In memory of the warrior-brother,
What died for her.