Текст песни Николай Манацков - Осколок

In me, a fragment of that war,
From years already almost forgotten:
I do not have redeemed guilt
For all the missing and killed.

For the ashes of the villages,
For the taste of frozen potatoes,
And crumbs dried flint,
Swept into the children's palms.

He is a sign of trouble from that war,
But not a shell or mines -
Peoples,
not bent back,
my unbroken country!

It reflects the bitter words
And lamentations, as they are,
From the grief of blackened widows
About those who will not return;

Light saving light bulbs,
The knees, erased from the icons
Those who after the funeral
I did not believe that there was no son;

People reliable as granite!
And who did not bear the pain of interrogations -
How many difficult questions
A piece of mine in itself keeps ...

He does not allow to live peacefully,
Takes memory,
as inappropriate
And intolerably wants to drink
The one wounded in the stomach, soldier.

On the chips chipped, like a dream,
Through the teeth a groan from the medical battalion,
And I want to live so much, guys,
Live!
It's like falling in love for the first time.

So strange…
No on the faces - day
Victory
festive salutes,
Only the sorrow of the silence of the minute
And the gleam of the Eternal Flame.

Impregnated with bitter silence
A fragment of mine, in it there are only troubles:
Must be too expensive
The price went to us Victory.

There is no falsity in the mute mute
And bravura is not audible marches.
Perhaps I'm older today
They, who did not return home ...

Shard is part of my fault.
And the general, because that themselves
We are all fragments of that war -
The former,
but not forgotten by us.