Текст песни Борис Вахнюк - Трубач

We were uneasy path,
We went to the fear of the enemy.
He was a trumpet player in the squad,
He begged us.

He walked with us and sang about what
As the blood is burning in the dew.
And no one loved him,
And yet, loved by all.

He was not being honest, I would not dare,
And I lied to friends many times.
But he could play the trumpet,
As none of us.

He stole from friends crusts,
And he hid his bread,
But he played the trumpet,
What we rushed into battle.

We were going to put a bullet foreheads,
We walked through the smoke and heat.
Once its copper pipes
Rang behind.

And after the fight the fire,
Where the wound, blood and moans
He said: Well, as a game?
And he smiled.

He was not being honest, I would not dare,
And I lied to friends many times.
But he could play the trumpet,
As none of us.