Текст песни Леонид Корнилов. - Девочка-похоронка.

Girl funeral

On Khreshchatyk leave, on Arbat -
Cabinets sad knocks.
With ribbon black hair Roman -
Funeral girl goes ...
On the lips in the girl's native
Kisses, stared war.
Here goes around the city,
And behind it - the direction of war.
Differently in other girls
High heels are knocking.
And this girl has them
As if counting the days.
And do not hide lipstick
Kisses, stared war.
And she wandes among people
And does not see streets, squares.
Look scared: behind the back -
A man who was shot by war.
He went to the brotherly war
Die for a new country.
But from the tears of brides and mothers
Countries do not become new.
Neither Kiev, nor Moscow
In the consolation of the girl's word.
In our coffins
She is sent by the funeral.
On Khreshchatyk leave, on Arbat -
And you will see a hortain parade.
There with the face of the originated in the people
Funeral girl goes.

Leonid Kornilov.
12/14/15.