Текст песни Шубин Н. Плотников В. Третьяков А. - Если бы перекрестила

If you rebaptized me at the track,
I would have returned if not saddle
The field on foot, under the rain rowing,
In dusty, patching overcoat with a skinny thing-bag
Two strips of the wound and eyes like steel
In the shabby tunic with orders and medals
And do not be crying willow branch above me,
Not used chamomile grew in my head

If you rebaptized me at the track,
I would come back to you from those distant years,
Echo summer thunderstorms, not hiding tears,
From head to plunged into the beauty birches
The cold water of and by rinsing the face,
Silence would come up to the house with porch bleached ..
Where the rain washed and well, and where there were gray
And he was not cast in bronze, and was living ..

But near Brest includes the terrible dead, bayonet
I do not caking tears, spoke to you!
Talk to you in a terrible emptiness ...
Where in an unequal battle I jammed my CT!
And when a black smoke spit armor
White angel appeared to me in the midst of the fire!
I told you not to remember, but do not forget!
And lead me touched God's grace ...

If you cross over me at the track ..
If you cross over me in the trail ...
If the sign of the cross ...