Павел Воронин - На чужбине
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We are all in a foreign land, far away
We didn't know this region before
And he knew that not everything was up to him
Tested and wrote
A battalion is marching through the mountains
The path to the top is dangerous and difficult
Everyone is worried and he is shocked
How much do I owe?

But poets are not so simple
They come from a dream

Halt on a dark night, as always
No letter, he's looking north
Look, that star is now
Will fall into unmown clover
Angry: listen, hey you
At least I don’t need to talk about it now
I looked closer, and in the light of a star
Flare light

No deceit or trouble awaits here
Only from the North Star

I went to the battalion commander, who immediately said: Get up!
One of our people is asking for help
And he whispers: it’s bad that during the day
You can't see the stars that have fallen from the sky
I tell him: I beg you, bend over
A tracer is not a reward for you
He laughs: yes, these are lights
My Leningrad

Yes!And here, it’s easy, by the way
The nights will become white

And when you got drowned in the crowd
Machine gun tight blows
He smiled sadly at me
Broken guitar strings
I couldn't stand it, I screamed
Shut up.Why are you whining like a woman?
And I stopped short... and he told me
My will, here I would

He would do everything as in his dream
Like no one would dare

I chamber a cartridge
And I feel my strength
I unload the magazine, and he
He says: it’s mean - in the back
We ran into an ambush!Be patient!
Blood runs through the fingers from the wound
He follows me across the steppe
Collects tulips

And on this scorched earth
Flowers bloom in spring

He received medical treatment and returned to his battalion
I'm returning from the medical battalion
I smell something wrong, where is he?
Where is he, answer me guys?!
But among the everyday fuss
Suddenly I saw flowers near the tent
He's breaking out in a sweat - that means there's something wrong with him
Where is my friend, guys?!

I was old enough to be his father
But I'm not the one sealed in zinc

And wrinkles lay on the ground
And the peaks, turning grey, are silent
Why didn't you save it?
Why did this happen to him?
Perfectly framed portrait
It's an ideal bed, that's all.
I'm gone, there's nothing else
No People's Commissar's bitter

No!
He left the smell of spring
And your colorful dreams

He left me with the smell of spring
And your colorful dreams