Текст песни Александр Маршал - Я видел это сам

I saw it myself,
At night the cold rain,
Again, over the Kolyma
There was a fall.

It was in '43,
Fate will not turn,
And their fate
Do not ask.

In the barracks of 300 souls,
Embittered, skinny,
And permanent press
From criminal.

Then veterans
To stand up for their own,
And I breathed night
Uneven.

I saw it myself,
Standing shoulder to shoulder
Healthy men
From the Baltic Fleet.

And one of the criminals
I trample foot candle
With scouts
And with the infantry.

Grappled hundred and one hundred
And sharpening knives.
And thieves? again desperately
Slugger.

And under the millstone
I went to the life of life,
Otharkivayas
And grimacing.

I saw it myself,
Tecla streams blood,
It is now not wash
Rain fall.

And suddenly, among the crowd,
As Faith and Love,
Nadezhda originated
Father Arseny.

I saw it myself,
He stood among them,
Frail and sick,
But a strong spirit.

He raised his hand:
"Wake up," - he said.
Barak froze,
I froze and listened