Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Отшумели песни нашего полка

Am E7 Am
Otshumeli songs of our regiment.
C G7 C A7
Rung ringing hoofs.
Dm Am
Bullets pierced the bottom of the pot.
E7 Am
Canteen Girl young murdered.

We left a little - we let our pain.
We - and a bit of enemies - a little.
We live, as long as, front-line 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 myself, my friends, everything will come again.
New born commanders,
New soldiers will receive
Eternal state apartments.

Sleep myself, my friends, everything will come back again,
Everything has to be repeated in nature,
And the words and bullets, and love, and the blood,
Time will not make peace.