Текст песни Тэнхъе - Баллада о дуэлях

Anna

Soon on the motive "Ballads about the struggle" V.Vysotsky

Between the stone walls of the generic fortresses,
The medium of military trophies of the past centuries,
We grew up the generation of ordinary children,
From the young years issued about the glory of fathers.

Two swords and musket -
And take off in the saddle,
And no more beautiful,
Nothing on earth
Than cut into battle
Himself fame to push
And the courage of mine
All around to prove.

And we knew that in life there is a main goal -
Prove your courage to a couple of blades,
And the word "duel" heads were circled
As sewing on uniforms and brilliance orders.

We still have not wake up
From youth of dreams
Up to death
Reached seriously.
And it was good as a reason
Blines expose
We are careless word
Outflowing life.

Single-Herov passed times
And the family sleep will not save anyone ...
For illusions, we paid full,
With the Imperial Connection, going out.

Here is our Empire
Born to light,
And in the blood sweetened
Sewing Epolet.
Ritual phrases
Ridiculous funny
Among the troubles and dirt
Civil War.

We war taught her bitter lesson,
Forcing yesterday's units to grow up,
In us forever imprinting the concept of "debt",
What is more important than pride, and higher than death.

Only when you understand,
What your life itself
Not you, but the empire
Belongs,
Only when everyone gives
Without the remnant is ready -
You are worthy of becoming
Fathers glory.