Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Простите пехоте...

SONG OF INFANTRY

Sorry infantry,
so it is unreasonable:
we always go,
When on Earth rages spring.
And step wrong
on shaky lestnichke
                   there is no salvation.
Only the white willow,
the white sisters look after you.

Do not believe the weather,
when the long rains, it pours.
Do not believe the infantry,
brave when she sings.
Do not believe, do not believe,
when the gardens cry nightingales:
at the life and death
It has not yet finished its bills.

We were taught time:
live in its stowed position, the door opened ..
Fellow man,
but still tempting thy portion:
whole life you're in a campaign,
and only one detaches from sleep:
where do we go,
when spring rages behind his back?

Okudzhava.
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& quot; Moscow Work & quot ;, 1989.