Текст песни БДХ, солист Д.Викторов - Брестский трубач

Music: Vladimir Rubin
Words: Boris Dubrovin

The banner is burning over Brest,
Funny birds ring.
But the wind is buzzing in the bastions,
Fained with the glory of the soldiers.
But the wind is buzzing in the bastions,
Fained with the glory of the soldiers.

From a formidable explosion,
Darting from the threshold,
Childish and bold and hot,
"Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety" -
The mud-pipe boy signal.
"Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety" -
The mud-pipe boy signal.

In the darkness of the predawn hour
The boy raised the fighters
Impulsive, loud and imperious
The immortal signal soared.
Impulsive, loud and imperious
The immortal signal soared.

Above the Ray fortress,
They called for help
Pierced by a fragment of Kumach.
"Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety" -
The mud-pipe boy signal.
"Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety" -
The mud-pipe boy signal.

Boy, scorched in battle,
He went through the whole war, like a soldier.
And now near the walls of the bastion
He meets the guys with a smile.
And now near the walls of the bastion
He meets the guys with a smile.

And as if we hear
That the explosion at the threshold,
And we see how the kumach was reaped.
"Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety" -
The mud-pipe boy signal.
"Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety" -
Signaling a pipe boy (3 p.)