Текст песни Доброволец - Этаких мы ищем...

When smoked walls towns
And the torch burned trains,
From hospitals - from the Bolsheviks
Plodded westward injured column.

In the gray sky, apparently, the pilot
Not identified large production ...
It seemed on the ground that the time is not,
It seemed the people - the horror is limitless.

"Get down!" ... We went, the dead become a ...
On crutches hit by explosions.
To dolman broken bones,
That half-dead were not alive.

And those few that then slowly
More could reach the little station,
At the briefing, and raved ... not thunder
And clang from the East came to the rescue of tanks.

The door slammed ... Flashed the Soviet coat of arms
Above the leather jacket logged brunette ...
Russian asked: "Are you German?" - "No, I'm a Serb ..."
"Not to you, we have no time and this?"

Silent neighbor, turning to the wall ...
"You, too, Serb, lie, lie, man!"
"I'm a Russian officer!" - Was heard in silence.
"Yeah, you're a sort of Russian ... we are looking for!"

It seemed the people - time is not.
Shots rang out, worked butts ...
Missing forty-fifth year
Not to forget, nor should be expected.

1946, Bavaria.
Bk. NV Kudashev (warrior-poet of the White emigration)