Текст песни Владислав Крапивин - Пять минут тишины

If pain is real
And the enemies are real
And hopes in vain
And words are not needed
We are not easy roads
Swirl battle swift
Leave the latter
Five minutes silence

From thunderstorm Black and blue,
Evil rains full
Over subsided herbs
Clouds rose.
Blood housing
Swell in them lightning,
But the thunderstorm did not move
To us closely while.

Dali smoke hung -
Their crimril fire is oven
But rolled and shots
Here are not yet heard:
Before the thunderstorm, before the invasion,
Before attack, to rage
We are left dear
Five minutes of silence.

Before attack, to rage,
To piercing clarity
And, perhaps, before the shot,
Before hitting the temple ...
Five minutes for goodbye,
Five minutes for despair,
Five minutes on the decision,
Five seconds on a throw.

... rolled and rumbled
Above forests burning.
Only that, comrades,
Not shooting and no thunder:
Over high herbs
Having got into the growth of drummers -
It means not still
This means, we will go ...