Текст песни Микаэл Таривердиев - Убитый

Someone yelled, someone yelled, someone shouted,
Someone shouted, without ceasing.
It was something incredible cry,
Scrape and yelps.
He lay motionless, his face buried in the sand,
Closing his head in his hands.
Beneath it was warm and sticky with blood.
Once he felt the blade of the bayonet
It passed through his body and stuck in the sand.
Then everything disappeared.
Some people pick it up and run suffered,
A cry of all the louder.
He felt that everything around
It is becoming more and more,
And then less and less,
And then again, more and more and more.
Then everything ran - all faster,
And faster and faster and faster and faster,
Like in the movies when the film speed.

Ernest Hemingway - Voznesensky