Олег Барабаш - Ванька
текст песни

Vasilisa goes through the pouring meadows
Vanka's head carries in his hands

And Vanka has snow in his eyes
And Vanka has laughter in his eyes
And Vanka has a song on the lips

Vanka remembers us all

God looks in the Stalina in heaven, strokes the world with his hand
Sisters to all earrings, animals in the cart
Apple color over the river
On the chain behind your bosom, your Christ

You are just like him, a bone cross
You stretch on top
Red pulp, gold cloth
Blue bandage
From and to

Vasilisa goes, head in her hands
Tarasania Darkness behind the back
And Vanka has leaves in the hair
The lobes smell of earth

On the roots of birches, grew on glasses
A quiet whisper trembles with his lip:
"I will find your body in the middle of these miles
You will be forever alive

Where hugging the trouble everything goes to the bottom
Where to light yourself and burn
You will sing in the wind with death
Despising death

On someone else's fault, not in its war ... "

And Vanka has white snow in his eyes

And Vanka has a hole in his head

Vanka
Remember
us
All