Текст песни Борисов Олег, Павлов В. - На поле танки грохотали
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На поле танки грохотали,Солдаты шли в последний бой,
А молодого командира
Несли с пробитой головой.
Под танк ударила болванка,
Прощай, гвардейский экипаж!
Четыре трупа возле танка
Дополнят утренний пейзаж...
Машина пламенем объята,
Вот-вот рванет боекомплект.
А жить так хочется ребята.
И вылезать уж мочи нет.
Нас извлекут из-под обломков,
Поднимут на руки каркас,
И залпы башенных орудий
В последний путь проводят нас.
И полетят тут телеграммы
Родных и близких известить,
Что сын ваш больше не вернется.
И не приедет погостить.
В углу заплачет мать-старушка,
Смахнет слезу старик-отец.
И молодая не узнает,
Какой танкиста был конец.
И будет карточка пылиться
На полке пожелтевших книг.
В военной форме, при погонах,
И ей он больше не жених.
1968
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Сл.: В. Курочкин, В. Суслов
Муз.: Г. Портнов
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The tanks were rattling like a thunder
The soldiers went to final fight
And here they carried young commander
With head all broken outright
His tank was hit with armor-piercer
So say good-bye to Guardian crew
Just four more corpses in the hillside
Will add to fair morning view
'Cause now the vehicle is a-burning
Wait for the shells to detonate
You wanna live to see this morning
But you're too weak and it's too late
So they'll extract you from the remains
They'll put your coffin on the clay
And fire & thunder from the mainguns
Will see you into your last way
For now the telegrames are flying
To tell the friends and relatives
That their good son is never coming
And never getting any leave
And there's that photo on the bookshelf
Collecting dust for years on end -
In uniform, with shoulder-boards on...
And he will never be her man.
(пер.: Д. Воробьев)
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Tanks rumbled on the fieldThe soldiers went to the last battle
And the young commander
Carried with a punctured head.
A blank hit under the tank,
Goodbye Guards Crew!
Four corpses near the tank
Complement the morning landscape ...
The machine is engulfed in flames
The ammunition load is about to explode.
And the guys want to live so much.
And there is no urine to get out.
We will be pulled out from under the rubble
Lift up the frame
And volleys of turret guns
They will take us on the last journey.
And telegrams will fly here
Notify relatives and friends
That your son will never return.
And he won't come to visit.
An old mother will cry in the corner
The old father will brush away a tear.
And the young one does not know
What a tanker was the end.
And the card will gather dust
On the shelf of yellowed books.
In military uniform, with shoulder straps,
And he is no longer her fiancé.
1968
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Word: V. Kurochkin, V. Suslov
Music .: G. Portnov
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The tanks were rattling like a thunder
The soldiers went to final fight
And here they carried young commander
With head all broken outright
His tank was hit with armor-piercer
So say good-bye to Guardian crew
Just four more corpses in the hillside
Will add to fair morning view
'Cause now the vehicle is a-burning
Wait for the shells to detonate
You wanna live to see this morning
But you're too weak and it's too late
So they'll extract you from the remains
They'll put your coffin on the clay
And fire & thunder from the mainguns
Will see you into your last way
For now the telegrames are flying
To tell the friends and relatives
That their good son is never coming
And never getting any leave
And there's that photo on the bookshelf
Collecting dust for years on end -
In uniform, with shoulder-boards on ...
And he will never be her man.
(trans .: D. Vorobiev)