Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Отшумели песни нашего полка

Am E7 Am
Otshumeli songs of our regiment .
C G7 C A7
Rung ringing hoofs .
Dm Am
Bullets pierced the bottom of the pot.
E7 Am
Canteen Girl young murdered.

We left a little - we let our pain .
We - and a bit of enemies - a little .
We live , as long as , front-line beggars ,
A die - Paradise Road .

Hands - on the gate , his head in anguish ,
And the soul has soared , like,
What we write in blood on the sand ?
Our letters do not need nature.

Sleep myself , my friends, everything will come again .
New born commanders ,
New soldiers will receive
Eternal state apartments .

Sleep myself , my friends, everything will come back again ,
Everything has to be repeated in nature ,
And the words and bullets , and love , and the blood ,
Time will not make peace .