Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Маркитантка

Gm D7 Gm
     Otshumeli songs of our regiment,
     B F7 B
     Has rung ringing hooves.
      Cm Gm / D
     Bullets pierced the bottom of the pot,
      D7 Gm
     Canteen Girl killed young.
     
     We left a little: we let our pain.
     We were a little bit and enemies.
     Alive as long as we, the Front beggars,
     A die - Paradise Road.
     
     Hands on the gate, his head in anguish,
     And the soul has soared like.
     What we write in blood on the sand?
     Our letters do not need nature.
     
     Sleep yourself, my friends, all would come again:
     New born commanders,
     The new soldiers will receive
     The eternal state apartments.
     
     Sleep yourself, my friends, everything will start again,
     Everything has to be repeated in nature:
     And the words, and bullets, and love, and the blood ...
     Time will not be reconciled.