Текст песни ORDER OF VICTORY - Рабочий

WORKING

He stands before a hot mountain,
A small old man.
Looking calm seems submissive
From Blinking reddish eyelids.

All his companions had fallen asleep,
Only he still awake:
All of it is occupied by injection bullet
What separates me from the earth.

Over and his eyes brightened.
Returned. The moon shines.
At home waiting for him in the big bed
Sleepy and warm woman.

The bullet, they cast, prosvischet
Over a gray foamed Dvina,
The bullet, they cast, will find
My chest, she came after me.

Fall, mortally yearn,
Past see reality,
Blood key zahleschet dry,
Dusty and crumpled grass.

And the Lord will reward me in full measure
During my brief and bitter century.
This was done in light gray blouse
A small old man.

Nikolai Gumilyov