Песни бардов о войне Михаил Трегер - Посвящение молодёжи 40-х
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Михаил Трегер
Заглянуть бы вперед, хоть на тысячу дней,
Может в тысячу раз станет взгляд твой острей.
Чтобы ты, словно хлеб, все заранее вкусил,
От вершенья судеб до движенья светил.
Но в грядущем темно, и бессилен твой взгляд.
Остается одно, оглянуться назад.
И придет к тебе весть от свершившихся лет.
Ибо прошлое есть, но прошедшего нет.
Мы вряд ли были страшны врагам в нашем первом бою.
Мы знали, в какой стороне Зурбаган, в какой стороне Гель-Гью,
И были бои, и за ними бои, росли бугорки могил.
Мы знали, в какой стороне свои, в какой стороне враги.
Сдвигались стрелки координат, вкривь параллели шли,
Мы знали, в какой стороне Ленинград, в какой стороне Берлин.
И был действительно страшен врагам последний из нас, один,
Который вспомнил про Зурбаган, как только пришел в Берлин.
Mikhail Treger
Look forward, at least for a thousand days,
Maybe your gaze will become stronger by a thousand times.
So that you, like bread, have tasted everything in advance,
From the top of the fate to the movement of the luminaries.
But in the future it is dark, and your gaze is powerless.
One thing remains, look back.
And the news from the failed years will come to you.
For there is a past, but there is no past.
We were hardly scary to enemies in our first battle.
We knew in which side Zurbagan is on which side of the gel-gyu,
And there were battles, and behind them the battles, the hillocks of graves grew.
We knew in which side are our own, in which side are the enemies.
Coordinates were shifted, the parallels were going on,
We knew which side of Leningrad, in which side of Berlin.
And the last of us, one, was really terrible to enemies
Who remembered Zurbagan as soon as he came to Berlin.
Look forward, at least for a thousand days,
Maybe your gaze will become stronger by a thousand times.
So that you, like bread, have tasted everything in advance,
From the top of the fate to the movement of the luminaries.
But in the future it is dark, and your gaze is powerless.
One thing remains, look back.
And the news from the failed years will come to you.
For there is a past, but there is no past.
We were hardly scary to enemies in our first battle.
We knew in which side Zurbagan is on which side of the gel-gyu,
And there were battles, and behind them the battles, the hillocks of graves grew.
We knew in which side are our own, in which side are the enemies.
Coordinates were shifted, the parallels were going on,
We knew which side of Leningrad, in which side of Berlin.
And the last of us, one, was really terrible to enemies
Who remembered Zurbagan as soon as he came to Berlin.