| Всем дорогим людям нашим, живым и мёртвым Великой войны, посвящается. Слова Александра Трифоновича Твардовского (1910-1971). Мелодия и исполнение песни - Владимира Азязова. Звукозапись и видеомонтаж Анатолия Лобачёва. В видеоролике использованы кадры военной хроники, заимствованные из клипа А.Харчикова - "Ржев", и сюжет из документального фильма "ЕК-Студии" о деятельности "Военно-исторического поискового центра "ОРЁЛ" Оленинского района Тверской области. I WAS KILLED NEAR RZHEV I was killed near Rzhev In a nameless bog, In fifth company, On the Left flank, In a cruel air raid I didn't hear explosions And did not see the flash Down to an abyss from a cliff No start, no end And in this whole world To the end of its days - Neither patches, nor badges From my tunic you'll find I am where the blind roots Seek for food in the dark I am where the rye waves On a hill in the dust I am where the cockerel cries In the dew of the dawn I am where your cars Tear the air on highways Where -- small stalk to small stalk -- River's weaving its grass Where for the remembrance Even my mother won't come In a bitter year's summer I was killed. And for me Neither news nor bulletins Will come after this day Would you, the living, count How long before that For the first time in front news They named Stalingrad The front burned without stopping Like a scab on the flesh I was killed and I don't know Is Rzhev ours at last? |
