Текст песни Виктор Калина - Генералы дворов

And the graves lie generals
Their country for themselves lost,
Generals yards and thieves,
Atamans dashing boys.

Road far, the central prison,
Deck of cards, a government house.
To - & quot; Butyrka & quot; two mile,
Who - grave who - crosses.

On the quiet cemeteries are tired
Dashing boys - all the generals.
And cry from their mother's graves
And I ask God to forgive.

And prisons are sitting generals
Their country for themselves lost.
Generals yards and thieves,
Atamans dashing boys.

Generals, left you a little:
All the prisons of Central yes.
Generals in the law, but you
On the sidelines of outrage came down.

A fate line as thin as a thread.
Gypsy cards wondered a long time to live.
Who - penny, someone - Nara,
But the day of the three generals.

And plucked off the strings, and the fate of bursting.
And in the camps, such as steel, we tempered.
Who fell from a bullet, someone from the knife,
And thousands of men in the land lie.