Глушаков Игорь - Золотой петушок
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We are on the most sad parade
Memorial candles lit,
But they don't burn
But they do not smoke
And the troops did not come to the parade.
Do not shout to them three times "Vivat!"
Do not trumpet the command "Hell!"
They do not count the losses
Well, we should drink
Fat pilaf with this rusty water.

The Golden Cockerel pointed to the east,
And the king of the raws sent there,
Forty deadlines came out
But the regiments are not visible
Only dust over the death valley.
Called the native land,
She escorted, sobbing, family,
Friends wrote and waited for letters
But the war detained you.

The first fluff is forever scorched
On the cheeks of young poplars
On the hot frozen,
Frying salty
Muslim battlefields.
It flowed forever from the gap
Young dashing Vinco,
Like a protective vest
A new fur is interrupted
From the ambush with a machine -gun lead.

The astrologer was read by a horoscope
And, in honor, sharing the whole sky,
Half of all stars
Put it into the coffin
From interrupted shoulder straps,
From broken sides,
From the New Year's balls from the Kremlin.

And they are at night
Those dogs that dream of friends,
They only howl
And friends did not come
In clay gyrus of mountain ground
They are not remembered
And we did not consider their names.