слова Б. Окуджавы, музыка С. Пожлакова
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwVXsIScQ7s
the cannon thrashes in blind,
the saber smites in whip-strike,
a raven a big-winged
is circling over the battle.
a bullet knows for sure
whom it is not in love, -
whom it is not in love,
he lies in ground the damp.
my cold trench, it is so cold,
my rations, it is so short
do not you cry, my mama,
no letters for a long.
it won't be for nothing,
our feat, our deed of noble,
and time for times of golden
will come despite of all.
I do no need a pity,
I do not need a meed,
but give me a good weapon
and give me a good steed.
and if I will be killed,
then let our trusty teams
then let our fighting teams
will take revenge for me.
#a_ex
// https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-evIyrrjTTY
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