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Vdal' mchalis' stai zimnikh ptits –

Dym gnal ikh proch' bystrey lisits...

Dym plyl nad vsey zemlyoy;

Lyutyy sbrod zakatil pir goroy.

Gde tot voin, shto kriknet im:

"Stoy!"

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Na spinakh i na serdtse krest.

Kop'ya tevtontsev tselilis' v Solntse,

Zapakh gari nyos chyornuyu vest'!

Filin, Volk i Oryol poteshalis' igroy,

Chuya izdali russkuyu krov'.

Vsya nechistaya sila pomoshch' sulila

Magistru i Ordenu Psov.

V altaryakh svyatyye plachut,

Gudit nabat.

Butvy chas uzhe naznachen...

O, eto budet ad,

Trizhdy ad,

No ni shagu nazad!

Zvyozdy podskazhut voinu put',

On speshno sedlayet konya.

Serdtse zastylo, volya prosnulas',

On v bitve tri nochi, tri dnya.

I osheynik raba vybivayet iz ruk

U Magistra – i l'diny treshchat.

Za ukrytoye snegom zoloto voli

Voin b'yot, ne zhaleya mecha.

V altaryakh svyatyye plachut,

Khot' vrag razbit i smyat.

Kon' odin obratno skachet –

To byl kromeshnyy ad,

Trizhdy ad.

Na kop'yakh voin raspyat!.

Teper' yevo sud'ba –

Ten'yu brodit'

I, slysha voy sobak,

Vnov' mech tochit'.

Yemu nevedom strakh,

Vechnyy pokoy.

Vsyo obratitsya v prakh,

Tol'ko ne on!

S tekh por tak mnogo vody uteklo,

Morya prevratilis' v mirazh!

Ten'yu besshumnoy voin prokhodit

Na bereg, kak predannyy strazh.

Brodit voin vsyu noch', zazhigayet ogni,

Ishchet Knyazya i brat'yev svoikh,

Ishchet zoloto voli, shto dobyvali

V bitve toy, po koleno v krovi.

Put' po zvyozdam vnov' oznachen,

I vnov' gudit nabat.

V altaryakh svyatyye plachut,

I voin skhodit v ad,

Sushchiy ad,

No ni shagu nazad!

No ni shagu nazad! Net...

Vdal' mchalis' stai zimnikh ptits...