Текст песни Жанна Бичевская - Перед пушками, как на парад

Before the guns on parade
We got up, those who have survived the Winter.
Shot rebellious Kronstadt
As once a commune in Paris.

After all, he did not flinch Well someone's hand
In order that is worthy of Judas!
Only crater trembled slightly,
Insatiable vents guns.

Right Mauser, left to the hilt
Razor Zlatoust steel -
Requisition smashed neighborhood
Cities that and so hungry.

And revenge was quietly through the woods
Along the path that we are not familiar.
Resounding Ukhalov kulak bleed
Yes nights ukoma burned.

Not one a mile mile
My childhood was spent buffoon,
Then to the golden cross
Pray with prayerful sigh.

On the green meadows and forests,
On a snowy royal blue,
Maybe someone else or yourself,
Scattered myself in Russia.

I'm longing for autumn rain
Wet and snow thrown.
And since then we have painfully forward,
The long wait for the fall when it will end.

His hatred of the enemy, I gave,
Sam decorated with light tenderness.
I'm sad in a wooden coffin
I dipped under & quot; Amen & quot; on the ropes.

My joy in the sun dew
It sparkled in the untrodden herbs.
Zagremit it was the first storm,
Bragomarov sparkle in his eyes.

My happiness in a green pond
Pozaputalos in mossy slime.
I will certainly come to the pond
And dive after him with a stone around his neck.

Before the guns on parade
We got up, those who have survived the Winter.
Shot rebellious Kronstadt
As once a commune in Paris.