Текст песни Булат Окуджава и Владимир Дашкевич - Оловянный солдатик моего сына

Tin Soldier my son

The earth rumbles under the nightingales,
under the May basked rain,
but the tin soldier
the eternal feat convicted.

Its probably a sad master
let the world, dislikes.
Ask the soldier: "Are you happy?"
And he aimed at you.

And a change of holidays and weekdays,
in discordant march centuries
people laugh, cry people,
but he is waiting for his enemies.

He waits and stubbornly biased,
when snapped, pipes ...
Ask him: "Are not you scared?"
And he aimed at you.

Lives Tin Soldier
harbinger large separations,
and control accursed
afraid to let go.

Living my defender, involuntarily
the signal for battle in a hurry.
Ask him: "You're not hurt?"
And he aimed at you.

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