Текст песни Новелла Матвеева, Виктор Берковский - Песня шагом, шагом

SONG STEP, STEP

Music Victor Berkovskii
Words Novella Matveeva

Song step, step
Under the British flag.
Towards the dusty palm
Drifted apart.
Between the blood leaves the sunset
As if the wound there is pressed
On the hand, fingers spread.

You do not setuy, Tommy,
About own home.
Beat the drum! Beat the drum!
Hey, Tommy, do not be sad!
Left the glory, the glory of the right,
Front and rear glory
And in the midst of a forgotten grave!

And soared close
With a bullet, with a projectile
Song of good Cobras
And the day the bat,
About sharks grateful,
About barracks radiant
And of rainbow cholera camps ...

So whether you want the world
Kiplingova lira?
Beat the drum! Beat the drum!
Hey, Tommy, do not be sad!
Power of songs to be human
May even snakes,
The power of the songs of the people
You can make a kite!

Song step, step
Under the British flag.
Towards the dusty palm
Drifted apart.
Between the blood leaves the sunset
As if the wound there is pressed
On the hand, fingers spread.