Текст песни Виктор Калина - Генералы дворов

And in the graves lie generals
Their country for themselves lost,
Generals yards and thieves
Chieftains dashing boys.

Distant road, the central prison,
Deck of cards, a government house.
To - & quot; Butyrka & quot; for two miles,
Who - grave who - crosses.

On quiet cemeteries are tired
Dashing boys - all generals.
And the mother crying in their graves
And ask God to forgive.

And the prisons sit generals
Their country for themselves lost.
Generals yards and thieves
Chieftains dashing boys.

Generals, left you a little:
All the prisons yes to Centralia.
Generals in the law, but you
On the sidelines of mayhem came down.

A fate line as thin as a thread.
Gypsy woman with cards wondered for a long time to live.
Who - penny, someone - Nara,
But the day of the three generals.

And torn strings, and the fate of bursting.
And in the camps, such as steel, we tempered.
Who fell from a bullet, someone from the knife,
And thousands of men in the land lie.