Муслим Магомаев - Баллада о красках
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He was red, like from redheads,
Red -haired, like oranges in the snow.
Mother was joking, the mother was cheerful:
"I gave birth to a son from the sun!"
And the other was black and black with her
Black, as if burned tar.
She laughed at the posts, she
She laughed at the posts, she
She laughed at the posts, she
She said: "Too night was black!"
In the forty -first, in forty memorable years
The reproducers shouted trouble.
Both sons, both-two, the salt of the earth,
They bowed to mom in the belt and left.
I had a chance to smell the young
Red -haired frantic fire and black smoke,
Evil greens of stagnant fields,
Evil greens of stagnant fields,
Evil greens of stagnant fields,
The gray color of front -line hospitals.
Both sons, both, two, two wings,
They fought before victory - the mother was waiting.
Not anger, she did not curse fate,
The funeral went around her hut.
She was lucky, she fell on happiness suddenly,
Lucky one for three villages around.
She was lucky, lucky, lucky
She was lucky, lucky, lucky
She was lucky, lucky, lucky:
Both sons turned into the village.
Both sons, both or two, become flesh and become,
Golden orders cannot be counted!
Sons are sitting in a row - to the shoulder shoulder,
The legs are intact, the hands are intact - what else?
They drink green wine, as it happened
Both have changed hair color.
The hair of mortal whiteness became
The hair of mortal whiteness became
The hair of mortal whiteness became
Apparently, a lot of white paint at the war.
The hair of mortal whiteness became
The hair of mortal whiteness became
The hair of mortal whiteness became
You can see a lot of white paint at the war