Текст песни Ростислав Чебыкин - На батальном полотне

In the battle painting draw commanders
At the forefront of a galloping, in the midst of violent attacks.
I cried the raven with the height, somewhere slapped mortar,
The commander fell into the weeds. I wipe it off the canvas.

In the battle painting remains the standard-bearer,
He runs, screams & quot; & quot ;. Ur Volley rang out, and he was killed.
I wipe it off the canvas, look back, and heard a voice
& Quot; the cavalry, forward! & Quot; That will be a new look.

Again, thunder, fire and smoke. Horse-split system destroyed.
The army melting away, looking from the height of crows.
How can I capture the brush as sluggishness
The transience of life and the senselessness of the war?

But after a certain period of time - and the creation of ready.
Visit the vernissage, enjoy, finally.
In the battle canvas wander the sleepy cow
And shepherd plays the flute Polonaise.