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Аккорды, табы и тексты песен Кричалки, вопилки - слова песни Болванка

Болванка
!		к/ф "На войне, как на войне"

>		Dm C F C F
		По полю шли в атаку танки. Они рвались в последний бой.
>		D7 Gm A7 Dm A7 Dm
		А молодого лейтенанта несут с пробитой головой.

		Машина пламенем объята, вот вот рванет боекомплект.
		А жить так хочется ребята. А силы выбраться уж нет.

		В броню ударила болванка. Погиб гвардейский экипаж.
		Четыре трупа возле танка украсят траурный пейзаж.

		И полетят тут телеграмы родных и близких известить,
		Что сын их больше не вернется. И не приедет погостить.

		И мать старуха зарыдает, слезу смахнет старик-отец.
		И молодая не узнает, каков танкиста был конец.

		И будет карточка пылиться на фоне пожелтевших книг.
		В военной форме, при пилотке, но ейон больше не жених.

		Нас вынут из обломков люди, поднимут на руки каркас,
		И залпы башенных орудий в последний путь проводят нас.

-

		The tanks were rattling like a thunder

		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.


		They"ll bring up us from under fragments
		The armours roared on the field,
		The soldiers went in their last fight.
		They seen as their young commander
		Was killed in these action tight.

		A gadget strikes in our armour
		And farewell my native crew
		Four corpses lying near machine
		Completed full of morning view.

		The armour burning, flame around,
		This moment ammo will be blast,
		We can’t go out on the ground,
		We all must die, must die at last!

		They"ll bring up us from under fragments,
		Will lift on hands a skeleton,
		We"ll scent the shots of armours cannons
		When on last way we"ll go on.

		Then flying out the deadly letters
		Directly to my native nest:
		Their son will back home henceforth never,
		He"ll not arrive to take a rest.

		Old mother crying in the corner
		And daddy sweeping tears by hand...
		Oh honey you will never know
		How an armourist met his end.

		There dusty picture will be only
		Place on the wall of little room:
		In uniform with shoulder-straps on,
		For her, by now, he not a groom.

-

		Извлечь сумеют нас едва ли
		Из под обломков harmlessly.
		"На поле танки грохотали..."
		"И чушь прекрасную несли..."

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