Сергей Тимошенко - Реквием
текст песни

Sl. and muses. S. Tymoshenko, Omsk

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I am a yellowed wilted calendar
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Today I replace the bright new
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My house under the Voil of Purge snowy January
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Filled again with the smell of spruce

A few years have passed, but quickly
The laudable tone of the unscrupulous homeland
For honestly we gave her our duty
Unnecessary life at anyone

Silver of whiskey from gray hair shine
And in the scars are our bullet wounds
Forgotten for centuries and damned war
Now we, like "Afghans", veterans

To our dumb question to us, homeland, tell me
It really was not enough for you,
What are you under the ringing of coins on bullets and knives
Treacherously abandoned her children

(transition to tonality EM)

I dream at night a shot checkpoint,
And the faces of those who did not return from the battle,
A glass I will fill the third toast to the edges
And how to tell the custom of standing standing

Let it be fluff for all dead boys
Land of the Fathers Siberian saint
From the mud of that war to fluffy clouds
Their souls ascended like a bird flock

(transition to tonality FM)

While I can hold in my hands, I am an automatic
While my eyes are still open
I do not forget about those with whom I passed the hell
Their names to my soul are nailed