Текст песни Диана Анкудинова и Мая Егорова - Баллада о красках

Music: Oscar Feltsman
Words: Robert Christmas

He was red, like a stew of saffron milk.
Red as oranges in the snow.
Mother joked, mother was fun:
"I gave birth to a son from the sun ..."

And the other was black and black with her.
Black, like a charred tar.
She laughed at the questions, said:
"The night was too black! .."

In the forty-first,
in the forty memorable year
shouted reproducers trouble.
Both sons, two or two, the salt of the Earth -
bowed to my mother in the waist. And they left.
I had a chance to smell young in battle
frantic red fire and black smoke,
the evil greens of stagnant fields
gray color of frontline hospitals.

Both sons, two, two, two wings, fought to victory.
Mother was waiting. Not angry, she did not curse fate.
The funeral went around her hut.
Lucky for her. Happiness suddenly came.
Lucky one to three villages around.
Lucky for her. Lucky her! Lucky! -
Both sons returned to the village.

Both sons. Both two. Flesh and become.
Golden orders do not count.
Sons sit side by side - shoulder to shoulder.
Legs are intact, arms are intact - what else?
They drink green wine, as was the custom ...
Both have changed hair color.
Steel hair - deadly whiteness!
One can see a lot of white paint in the war.