Текст песни Александр Поручик - Расстрелянный вальс

He defended the country from turmoil
(by Sergey Bongart)

In memory of Admiral A. V. Kolchak

He defended the country from turmoil,
As soon as I could.
But the devil mixed up the cards,
God left.

Death mowed feverishly
From all sides,
Sank like a ship, Russia
And with her - he.

He was led between the cars
Like hell to hell.
Reeked of vodka, moonshine -
From all the soldiers.

Thin Chekist, frowning face,
Gave the order ...
And he smoked - how people smoke
Last time...

It snowed slowly and obliquely
Sinela haze ...
The cigarette was already running out
And my fingers burned ...

- A bandage?
- No, with death in blind man's buff
A coward plays.
He saw the silhouette of a jacket
Cheekbone and mustache.

And he gave the cigarette case to the soldier:
- Take it, well ...
I don't think that I will ever
I also had to ...

The darkness of the night is already thinning
Blackened platform
And, as always after the execution,
Crows are countless.

They rush up to the distance,
They fly, they fly ...
And clouds hang over Irkutsk,
And people are sleeping.