Текст песни Александр Дёмин - Прифронтовой Воробей

Gray frontal sparrow
I flutter in bursts of shrapnel ...
The fighting spirit in the troops is getting weaker every day -
Provisions are not delivered for a week.

On positions hunger and lice.
The rear is rotting, choking on the stench.
Half of Europe lies in ruins
Imperialist massacre.

Echelons go downhill.
The population is robbing the transports.
The infantry has bloody diarrhea.
The Supreme has syphilis of the brain.

Gray frontal sparrow
Covered in smoke and shell fragments,
I float like a box kite
Above the trenches of the detachments.

Mustard gas swirls beneath me.
Zeppelins are floating above me.
Trail along the roads in dust
Victims of the New Military Doctrine.

The beast flees from the burning forests.
The fish quietly floats up belly.
A citizen targets himself at the temple,
Okhuyev from panic rumors.

Gray frontal sparrow
Dodging buckshot
I circle over the landscape of sorrow
Over a landscape of death and injury.

Not a butterfly or a bee
Sharp beak that never raised
I am as a symbol of non-resistance to evil
And the microbe of the pacifist contagion.

I'm at supersonic altitude
I spread my mighty wings ...
The one whose childhood was spent in a machine gun nest,
From childhood he hates violence.

Gray frontal sparrow
Scorched by a worldwide fire
I'm under the barking of machine gun bursts
Disappearing from your radar ...

The wind carries scraps of newspaper
With promises of a fast world
And the peasant children run to see
How deserters are shot.

The sunset is burning down behind the river.
Sea buckthorn flowers are falling.
The sister of mercy has a look
The raped sparrow.

Gray frontal sparrow
I won't get used to silence soon ...
Sweet smoke carries from the steppes ...
The day goes out. And the marauders are crawling.