Текст песни Отряд Каравелла - Не трогай

Do not touch, do not touch, do not touch
My friend.
He has a road ahead
To the high edge of the fire.
To where the southern stars
At the snowy peaks they burn
Where is the wind in the eagle's nests
Blows all the songs in a row.

There’s a sail somewhere,
And the sailboat is waiting for the messenger.
There is no peace left
There is no end alarm.
There, the path through the mountains is not easy,
There, the enemy clung to the sights.
The silence of his machine guns
Beats in the ears like a child’s cry.

Do not, do not, do not,
No need to wake him up.
He doesn’t need a memory now
Petty worries and insults.
Let the long road
He’ll sleep at home like everyone else
Until the plane flinches
On the starting line.

... And if in someone else's envelope
Black news will come to you
Do not believe, do not believe, do not believe
What it really is.
To be killed is too much.
My friend could not die.
So ... And let brother
He will write a letter.

Saying goodbye, he has his sword, as it should
Helped my brother.
Spanish word "Espada"
In our opinion means "blade".
While the dawn is crimson
Until peace comes
In childish blades of wooden
Let elastic steel get stronger.