Текст песни 1983 год - Колыбельная на нарах

Lullaby on the bunks

The match broke out in the night.
Do not shout. Shut up.
What you remember, bury it.
And fall asleep. Have a rest.

Wait a little more,
Somehow forget it,
Morning of the evening, she,
Mudreney.

Fingers shiver,
Suddenly the sergeant will call,
Zubotychyna - a trifle,
I'm the people - not the enemy.

Sack and kaylo
For the fronts and the saddle.
For three holes of whites -
Night without dreams.

Burns down life
Coals in the ashes.
Rains are falling
Somewhere on the ground.

Rains are falling,
Rains are falling,
Only you wait,

Listen, the wind is at the door.
Do not cry like a Jew.
Vdarit between the eyes frost -
Immediately become a curone,

And how the winter will whiten
Hair into the chalk, the eye into the fog,
They will forget who you are, -
I give honor.

Ten letters in the spring:
Five to Him, five to his wife.
One came the answer,
Like, there is no citizen ...

That is, how is it not ?!
She's only thirty ...
Could not she burn,
To die ...

The garden ripens,
Branches slope down.
The fair-haired braid,
Currant leaf.
The fair-haired braid,
The fairy spit
Has disentangled in heavens.

Our blood is red, like a flag,
Right step, left step.
He stumbled or escaped,
Drove - and in the snow.

So let's go to sleep, dear,
Sleep, dear, God is with you,
Yes, and I'll pine, brother.
Long term ...

Burns down life
Coals in the ashes.
Rains are falling
Somewhere on the ground.
Rains are falling,
Rains are falling,
Only you wait.