Текст песни Александр Шипов - Альтернатива

poems Yuri Nesterenko

But remember: in a glass of champagne kpovi
 And tears Mapiya. Do not drink. Do not drink.
         
         M.Scherbakov

Not by the will of the poet,
Not on the role of the ballet
A hot issue this
Forty-first summer.
Do not target practice,
No penalty outfits -
To Smolensk from the Elbe
Came the bombs.
The clouds of ash and dust
Pearly tanks on the slope,
Dive bombers howled,
By accessing the column.
Winds blew smoky,
From the sky poured gravel,
Points put bullets
In a million biographies ...
So it fell chip
So clock struck -
Rotted boy yesterday
In an unmarked grave.
And even stripped of honor
Called killed,
Stahl Missing
Exceptions, forgotten.
Mother cries of his son -
Slanting eyes met:
Well it is in a foreign land?
Betrayed, bitch, Russia?
That's all thanks
From saving power,
That's the whole effulgence
Indelible glory ...

But by the will of the poet
Chips re-cast
And bolt pistol
At the right moment of skewed.
Yellow brass shells
Steel pin touches,
And ruin the young
The political leader razminetsya.
It was his tattered uniform,
The oily soot arable lands,
Not bloody wound,
A medal is decorated.
During the bombing - an attack ...
Headquarters disappeared in the environment,
The political leader, however,
Again survived the battle.
Faith in the Party is full,
Under fire gun
In the battle for Stalin, he led
Thinning company.
The red flag
Hover again over the bread,
It is in the order of & quot; No step ... & quot;
I had no hesitation.
The time was a ...
And at the station soon
It is my own hand
Shot alarmist.
Later - in a speech battalion
Catching fears
Without entering into the debate,
Scribbled reports.
He himself fought bravely,
Ever loyal orders,
Although wounded twice,
But fatally - never.
And I did not know mercy
For talkers to faith?
There were ranks and awards.
The guy made a career.
I do not run under the tanks,
And in the staff premises
I put his signature on the form:
No pardon!
What kind of babble: & quot; Lost! & Quot;
& Quot; Not enough supplies! & Quot;
Death to those who do not believe,
I do not execute the order!
... Milestones in the army long,
But half passed,
And back to Berlin
Pitch avalanche.
There will be food and wine,
There will be singing and dancing ...
But for now - Ukraine,
And thickets - rebels.
Kommunyachego paradise
Swallowed with a vengeance,
Pushed to the edge
Again l live under Moscow?
No really! Boys farms
Not rumored familiar!
And exploding convoys,
And burned district committees.
Well our hero? It is now
Member of the Political Administration,
Rolls in Ukraine
To pacify the population -
Taking hostages in huts,
Yes comb the woods,
And to punish the guilty
Or those simpler.
Again, the red flag
Silk hovered over the bread,
Again the construction of the Gulag
Replenish the slaves ...
Got artist
New Order on the jacket,
It was the winner ahead
And trembling local resident.
Ticks armies closed,
German myth dispelled
And pulled home
Trains trophies.
Wes soldiers from Europe
Rags yes gramophones,
A boss slaves
Loaded wagons.
Our hero before too
Despises wealth,
The same was with odds and ends -
We won, and that's that!
Though he was known as the iron,
It was so dashing swashbuckling,
It proves useful
Coy some generals.
Nod solutions
Someone fat person
And he - Increased
With the transfer of the capital.
Next - years of peace ...
No, do not lie, freaks!
It's - the years of hunting
For the enemies of the people.
And the hero of the story
(At the same time, and the Union)
& Quot; burning out infection & quot;
As always, not a burden.
Klekotali, circled
Phone discs
And went to sign
Bedonosnye lists.
He says without looking
Emergency measures -
Red Flag's sake,
Or is it a career?
What's the difference, right,
Those who perished in the cellars,
At river crossings
And logging ...
But Joseph bent,
And Lawrence ran,
Our same services are not leaving,
He remained afloat.
Dispelling survived
And squabbling factions
Met era of silence -
Baud