Текст песни Регион-77 - Таманское наслоение

Nor local
Not a locust
Not bartenders;
Not sweet cotton wool
Nor lazy southern dogs;
Not barbecue
No showers,
Not children
Not a vacation season;
Not waves
Not a beauty in a bikini -

Do not fail
into the crevices of broken trenches,
Do not stumble
O dull cartridges of anti -aircraft shells,
On the corpses of soldiers in gray-green overcoats-
Blocked,
Fed,
Flattened
Between sandy locks and sunbeds ...

Do not cry out in pain,
Turning with bare feet
On the ubiquitous weed - prickly wire ...

Do not raise alarmed persons to the sky,
Peering into the hum of low clouds -
OUR?

Do not miss
And they do not meet
Columns of tanks and trucks,
Crawling along the sea to the west -
To the strait.

Do not see.
Do not feel.
They don't know ...

Of course,
Knowledge is a curse.
Knowledge multiplies sadness.

We took wine
A lot of wine
The colors of ripe blood;
And at night they went into the hills,
In the invisible war -
To forgotten fighters
56th Army.