Текст песни Кукрыниксы - 9-я Рота

My voice does not wait,
Depart from me,
My soul does not burn,
Give another fire.
Those who know the way,
Where can I forget everything,
Whether their conscience,
Do not let the door close.

Wall of fire
In captivity calendar
From mountain trails
Whatever the path, then the coffin.
Of hot words
I have not written home
From vivid dreams
And raised my voice.

Maybe all in vain,
And there are no roads.
A place for you
Only in the heart of a mother.
Fall on the snow
The new body,
Warming those
Who will take the land.

Wall of fire
In captivity calendar
From mountain trails
Whatever the path, then the coffin.
Of hot words
I have not written home
From vivid dreams
And raised my voice.

Wall of fire
In captivity calendar
From mountain trails
Whatever the path, then the coffin.
Of hot words
I have not written home
From vivid dreams
And raised my voice.