Круг Михаил - Мой сосед - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My neighbor, whenever he drinks wine, keeps saying, "War, war..." and how many lives it took and how many lives were ruined.

And when Victory Day comes, he puts on his medals, drinks, and cries quietly, remembering how they lived.

He remembers his mother, her facial features, and the death notice for his father, and how at sixteen he ran away to the front with Vityukha,

How Vityukha shouted, "Forward, for..." and was blown to pieces before his eyes, and an unfamiliar old woman buried him.

And how he lay in hospitals, how the battalion commander died in his arms, and how he was shell-shocked in April near Berlin.

How in childhood he flew kites, played war games with the boys, and how in winter he clung to cars with a hook.

He played war games as if he knew: he grew up a little and ended up at the front. The war games from his childhood came in handy in life.

And many played prison games alone before the war; very few of them returned from the penal battalion.

He remembered when he came home, his mother had prepared two pickled cucumbers, sugar, and a crust of bread on the table.

How she cried into her empty sleeve and kept looking, her lips pressed together, as he drank from his father's mug with one hand.

Then Vityukha's mother came, and they began to commemorate Vityukha, and he gave her Vityukha's old tobacco pouch.

She went home in tears, pressing the pouch to her chest, and the midnight light burned in her window all night.

And after putting him to bed, his mother sat beside him all night, then went to the river to wash his tunic.

A shepherd cracked his whip in the distance, a rooster crowed hoarsely across the river, having landed on the rusty fuel tank of a T-34.

Why does the one-armed veteran neighbor drink so much for so many years, and why do the stars and medals smell of naphthalene? An obelisk stands by the Volga River, a death certificate for the father figure is displayed, and Commander-in-Chief Stalin smiles in the photograph...