Борис Ветров - Я, говорит, не воин.
текст песни

I say, not a warrior
I, he says, is bifurcated
I say I am upset
Called,
Crucifix!

You, I say, are not a warrior
You, I say, is bifurcated
Crucified and quarterly
But you are not made of muddle.

Braving the phone,
Yourself like a meat grinder,
After disassembled,
You may be right.

But you know?- That night
Enemies will come to you:
I see them with an introduction
I hear their steps ...
Can you hear?
Do you hear?
They crawl, rustling ...
They go like mice
On your sincere warehouse.
And soon they will bother
In darkness and silence
Pluted parts
Your sore soul.

- And what will they do
Are they with my soul?
But what will they do
Broken, but big?

- the second part - paint,
And the third - they are pushing,
Fourth - they will ferment
And the fifth is swollen,
Sixth - set fire to
And they themselves will run away.

There was a man not a warrior
There was a man fords
The man was scattered,
And everything must have been lied:

Having visited the misfortune,
He began to blink more often
And - he has grabbed these parts,
And nothing! ”Gathered.

1965