Текст песни Арсений Тарковский - Мы шли босые

We walked barefoot, angry,
And, like a rakita under the snow,
Mother Russia went to bed
Under the horse's hooves.

We stood at the wall
Where it felt cold
Rolling out the zenki
We looked directly into the barrel.

Who knows the pike word
So that from the land of a soldier,
Didn't raise again
Once killed?

1958