Текст песни Григорий Рейхтман - Испанская песня текст Владислава Крапивина

Do not touch,
                  Do not touch,
                                    Do not touch
my friend.
He is to the road
At the edge of the fire alarming -
There,
        wherein the southern stars
In the snowy peaks of burn,
Where winds
               in the eagle's nest
It carries all the songs in a row.
 
There bay
                   Sail deployed,
And sailboat waiting for a messenger.
Rest there is not left,
There's no end of worries.
There's a way through the mountains
                              is not an easy,
There's an enemy to the sight pressed -
Silence of his guns
Beats in the ears,
                  a child's cry.
 
...Do not,
                do not,
                              do not,
Do not wake him.
He is now useless memory
Small concerns and grievances.
Let the front of a long journey,
He sleeps at home,
                            as everybody,
While the aircraft did not flinch
On starting the band.
2

I rushed to the radio tower
Anxiety
             the world of the blue ...
Do not Cry,
                   do not Cry,
                                      do not Cry
Those who uholit into battle.
Over the edge of a distant mountain
Shadow black storm ...
No wonder my friend worked
He taught Spanish.
 
In conclusion,
                he sword
                                how to,
Brother helped make.
The Spanish word "Espada"
In our means "sword."
Until dawn crimson,
As long as peace has not come
In infantile
                  blades
                                wood
Let gaining strength elastic steel.
 
And if in another envelope
Will come to you
                      black news
Do not believe,
                Do not believe,
                                Do not believe,
What it really is.
Murdered be -
                           it too:
My friend could not die.
Like this...
                And let the brother
He writes a letter ...
3

Threats do not listen to the enemy -
Do not throw us down volleys.
Sometimes more guns
Steel
                elastic
                               blade.
We stand strong ranks
All at once -
                      for one thing:
Do not touch,
                  Do not touch,
                                    Do not touch
Fellow my!
 
Let the little drummer
The trouble will break the silence,
You can not get tired, comrades -
squad
         not finished
                             war.
While somewhere in there is no peace,
As long as someone's days are not easy,
We will
                 Keep
                                 under the hand
Its steel blades.
 
Do not believe it when
                           will tell
What we have lowered their flag.
shrink crews
The stubborn tight fist.
Get up to us on a dead anchor
Yet
      did not come
                         it's time.
... Heavy handle
Sway at the hip ...
 
... And you do not listen to anybody -
Nobody go astray us down.
Sometimes more guns
Character -
                    steel as the blade.
We stand obstinately and severely:
All at once -
                      for one.
Do not touch,
                  Do not touch,
                                    Do not touch
my friend.