Текст песни Павел Малов - Последний патрон

Nicholas Vakhtin

Sounded the retreat
We're not wind it?
We ice hike,
Lord, have lost! ..
For whom - the bitterness-share,
Without Russia, wander,
And who - in the open field
With a bullet in the heart to stay.

Here's to you - Russian glory,
Killed not count! ..
Horsehead crushed lava
Officer's honor! ..
Faith trampled in the mud,
Only foreign land girlfriend! ..
Dirge about us
Otkukuet cuckoo.

That is - the last cartridge
All doubt will destroy,
Crow Creek shy
This shot drown.
I fall from a horse
In sweet clover smell! ..
Bury me
Head to the West!

Finally hear
The ringing of bells,
A sunset is embroidered with blood,
A cross - straps ...
And now - falling into the abyss,
Snatched out of my chest I wheeze:
"Everything! .. Killed! .. Do not rise again! ..
Forgive me, Russia! .. "