Текст песни Александр Межиров - Музыка

What music was!
What kind of music was playing
When both soul and body
The damned war trampled on.

What music is in everything
To all and for all - not by rank.
We will overcome ... We will withstand ... We will save ...
Oh, not to fat - I would live ...

The soldiers are dizzy
Three-row under the roll of logs
Was more needed for a dugout
Than Beethoven for Germany.

And across the country a string
Stretched trembling
When the damn war
And trampled souls and bodies.

They moaned furiously, sobbing,
For one passion for the sake of
At the station - disabled
And Shostakovich is in Leningrad.