Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Базука

Bazooka in the midnight ray
With a bazooka on your shoulder
I'm walking in the middle of the swamps
And in the city of Perm,
Forty eight miles away
My beauty is waiting for me.

Oh, how warm she is
And quiet and light
And everyone's grub is full,
And we are up to the border,
As the sergeant says,
Still blizzard all night!

The whole earth is in the moon,
And in blue cranes,
And in the black mirrors of the lakes
And in atomic ships,
And in the tracks of the tank,
And in the holes from the fox holes.

I'm on holy Russia
Lean on my bazooka,
I will adjust the sight on the bar ...
This is beauty -
I set fire to a tank alone,
Without changing the face.

But somewhere the hell
Ten thousand miles away
Another soldier, elsewhere
In the midnight ray
With a bazooka on your shoulder
Steps to set fire to his tank.

1963