На полi танки крокотiли

На полi танки крокотiли
Совдати йшли в останнiй бiй
А молодого полководця
Несли з дирою в головi

Тачанку знищила болванка
Good bey рiдненький екiпаж
Чотири трупи та коняка
Кровяка кiшки вухи глаз

Тачанка полумьям обьята
Ось-ось рване горiлки жбан
А жити хочеться малята,
Але горiлку не вiддам

Пiдiймуть наруки тачанку
I вытягнуть вiд туди нас
Нальють горiлки, сожруть сала
Тай поховають у той же час.

E-mailы факси телеграми
До рiдных близьких полетять
Що екiпаж не повернеться
I не побаче знову мать

Об вугол бъётся стара мати
Батько мовчав - вiн був колмик
I молодая не впiзнаэ
Який у парня був язик

Лежить замацаная картка
Грончак тай пачка цигарок
Нiколи вiн не повернеться
I це для пiснi епiлог.






The tanks were rattling like a thunder

/* Пеpевод: Данила Воpобьев */

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.

In unifo-orm, wI-EEEEEEth
Shoul-der-bo-ards OOOOOOOn...
And he will never be her man.