Текст песни Александр Маршал на стихи Сергея Ефимова - Пламя вылижет борт

Flames lick BeTeRu board
Over armor air blowing.
But no, God does not help, nor hell,
And the prayer of anyone not be heard.

Sky Blue generous splash
And look on the earth gently,
How to burn Slavic son
Under the tombstone Caucasian mountain.

What does he think there now?
Stunned silence frozen.
How narrow viewing slit
Piglet heaven together.

But those who only an hour ago
Could the dream of future happiness,
Stills are near -
they released Life is too short.

That will soon explode the ammunition,
Opal eyebrows with eyelashes.
And the soul will rush into the track
For flying white birds.

Thunder rumbles - probably a storm
From the pass coming here.
And he would tell us all:
- In 19 life begins!

The third toast, boys, pour -
You just need to get drunk to us today,
That spring, he heard thunder,
Charging into the sky for birds.