Текст песни Александр Городницкий - Монолог маршала

I - Marshal, sending into battle
His long-eared, short-haired boys.
Go Now cheerful crowd,
And tomorrow will be quieter monuments ...
The fire gonyu shelf in front of him,
I - Marshal, sending into battle ...

I glory is marked for a long time,
Already sung all my Acts ...
But I dream notched ax
And I dream of the red dress.
And stone obelisks firmament.
I - Marshal, sending death ...

While visiting his wife brags,
One I wander in their mansions ...
And tinkle softly Order
Restlessness funeral knell.
Do not drown it to me failing.
I - Marshal, sending death ...

Not knowing timidity in the fighting,
Many times I had to "smell the gunpowder," ...
But I feel a strange fear
In the empty cathedrals and school fees,
And explain it to me failing.
I - Marshal, sending death.
And beat him I was not able to,
I - Marshal, sending death.
And I do not cry out of conscience: "Do not you dare! .."
I - Marshal, sending death.