Текст песни А.Розенбаум - Я часто просыпаюсь в тишине

I often wake up in the silence
From the whistle of bullets and bombs, explosive squeal .
I think I'm back in the war,
I think I'm back in the war,
And who will win - is not yet clear .

Pinned to the ground and waiting for the command platoon ,
Or rather, what 's left of it .
Back impossible, and we will go forward,
And all that was , again from the beginning.

Heart-rending howl in the sky & quot; & quot ;, M.
Trying to go to the tail of four & quot; sludge & quot ;.
And thirty years in the night screaming & quot; hurray ! & Quot ;,
My voice breaks in the thunder breaks.

And queues polosnuv trench
Clenched in his teeth pectoral copper cross ,
We jump on the heads of enemies ,
On the neck of the blond beast .

Sorry, native speech , I my tongue -
This is not to belles-lettres .
In & quot; Oak Cross & quot; spit teeth scream
My children , and the mat in his throat tight.

Two bullets in the chest ... and I've already killed.
Fire in his eyes , O Lord, how painful !
Attend as all those who forgive us ,
All those who are dispossessed of our death !

I often wake up in the silence ...