Елена Камбурова - Гренада
текст песни

We rode a step, we rushed in battles,
And the "apple" was kept in the teeth,
And this song now keeps this song
The grass is young, steppe malachite.

But the song is different about long -range land
My friend drove with him in the saddle,
He sang, looking around his native lands,
Grenada, Grenada, Grenada.

He repeated this song by heart,
Where does the Clatter come from Spanish sadness?
Answer, Aleksandrovsk, and Kharkov answer
Have you started to sing in Spanish for a long time?

Tell me, Ukraine, is it not in this rye
Is Taras Shevchenko Papakha?
Where, friend, your song:
Grenada, Grenada, Grenada?

He hesitates with an answer, a dreamer-cooler:
Brother, I found Grenada in the book.
Beautiful name, high honor,
There is Grenadian volost in Spain.

I left the hut, went to fight,
To give the land in Grenada to the peasants,
Farewell to your family, goodbye the family,
Grenada, Grenada, Grenada.

We raced, dreaming of comprehending as soon as possible
The grammar of the battle, the language of the batteries.
The sunrise rose and fell again,
And the horse was tired of jumping with steppes.

But the "Apple" Song was played by the squadron
Bow of suffering on violin times,
Where, friend, your song,
Grenada, Grenada, Grenada.

The punched body crawled for the ground,
The comrade first left the saddle,
I saw the moon leaned over the corpse,
And the dead lips whispered to Grena ...

Yes, in the far region, sky -high ples
My friend left and took the song,
Since then, the native land has not heard
Grenada, Grenada, Grenada.

The detachment did not notice the loss of the fighter
And the "apple" finished the song to the end,
Only in the sky she quietly crawled after
On the velvet of sunset, a tear of rain.

New songs came up with life
No need, guys, to pester about the song,
No, no need, no need, friends,
Grenada, Grenada, Grenada.