Текст песни Кирилл Ривель - На локте согнутом винтовка

On a bent elbow - a rifle
And the bayonet flashes askance
Crosses at the black gymnast
A cigarette is clamped in his teeth ...
And yesterday God looks from heaven
Whose temple has been rejected by millions
On the red and black caps
On black and red epaulets.

Trying to put your foot harder
Without wasting shots
We are for today's God
We go to the bayonet attack.
And stare silently in silence
Enemy machine guns in the trenches
On black and red epaulettes,
On the red and black caps.

Bullets are already whistling
Tea, without a team frequented ...
But we have long stepped over
The line between death and Russia.
With the head of Adam on the banners
Carrying the faith of Christ in the hearts
Battalions attack
From cadets and officers.

When the lead ends,
Suddenly, earth and sky will disappear
Everyone dies alone
But the battalion steps in measured
Closing ranks, in terrible silence,
Like death, calmly - detached ...
Only red and black caps
Only black and red epaulets.

Dark river oblivion water
And empty words are not heard
To the soldiers of the First campaign,
The last knights of Russia ...
But the wind, scorched by death,
Gunpowder smells ...
... Ranks of black battalions,
Go to the last attack!