Текст песни Дмитрий Ляляев - Дима Ганин вернулся с войны

Poems by Margarita Bortsova
Music by Dmitry Lyalyaev

Dima Ganin is back from the war
The clean is calculated by Afghanistan.
Survived: at the temples - not a turn of gray hair,
And before the wedding, everyone healed the wounds.

He stepped onto the platform - and stood,
Blinded by freshly fallen snow.
This guy stormed Kandahar yesterday,
Armored personnel carriers drove under fire.

Silence, silence, silence,
The twitter of a bird and the whisper of a child ...
At once fenkoy pig-iron war will explode
In the tympanic eardrum.

Wedding time, I would call friends
The memory will shout - but there is no answer to it.
A black frame surrounds an oval in the photo
Muslim burning summer.

Wings are black - to black flowers,
Bouquets are rushing to Russia for girls.
This guy found out about life,
What woke up once a poet.

Lucky, they say to him, - intact,
Lucky - will be called a veteran.
He looks at the world in full sight, as if in a sight.
Wounded in the soul. How to heal a wound?