Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Песня о конце войны

Vladimir Vysotsky

Song of the end of the war

Knock tables made of planks in the yard,

It is not covered - knock dominoes.

Days in May, long nights in December,

But it is playing for time - and decided.

For the pre-war lamp dimly lit -

And from the windows of the prisoners stared down Moscow ...

And somewhere in the heart of the soldier has pushed the splinter,

And somewhere scouts have to get the "language".

For updating the banners. And build a colony.

And cobblestones on the square clean as parquet floor.

And yet the West trains come and go.

And over funerals women comes in the rear.

Not thoroughly drunk spring water,

Not in store bought wedding rings -

All swept away people's troubles,

Which comes to an end at last.

Here are stripped from the glass crosses from strips of paper.

That's curtains - Down! Blackout is already useless.

And somewhere distribute alcohol before the fight out of the jar,

It all kicks - and cold, and fear, and plague.

Here soot candles already purified icons.

And the soul, and his lips - and make prayers, and poems.

But with the red cross all trains come and go,

Although the loss of bulletins is not so great.

Already gardens bloom everywhere.

And the earth warmed, and the water in the ditches.

And soon a reward for military work -

Cushion of fresh grass in their heads.

It is not looming over the city balloons.

Sirens silent, preparing to blow the victory.

A company commander still have time to get out in combat,

Which is still easily be killed.

That already sounded trophy accordions,

That's the curse could be heard live in harmony, love,

no debt,

And yet the West trains come and go,

And it seemed to us, not left enemies.