Тихий Дон - Е. Дятлов - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Axinha died in the hands of Grigory shortly before dawn.

Consciousness to her never returned.

He silently kissed her into the cold and salty of his lips, gently lowered on the grass, got up.

An unknown force pushed him into the chest, and he backed himself, fell back, but immediately frightened to his feet.

And once again fell, painfully hitting the naked head about the stone.

Then, not rising from his knees, took a checker out of herbal, began to dig a grave.

The earth was wet and puffy.

He was in a hurry, but the suffocation gave him her throat, and to make it easier to breathe, he ripped his shirt on himself. Predy freshness refrigerated his wet chest from sweat, and it has become so hard to work.

He plunged the land with his hands and a checker, without resting not a minute, but while he dug a grave in the belt in the belt - took a lot of time.

He buried his axign in the bright morning.

Already in the grave, he folded her shovels on his chest on his chest, she covered his face headscarned, so that the Earth would not fall asleep her semi-open, motionlessly directed into the sky and had already begun to fill her eyes.

He said goodbye to her, firmly believing in the fact that they broke up for a while ...

Palms diligently mandated on the graves of a wet yellow clay and there was a long kneeling near the grave, bowing his head, swaying quietly.

Now he has no reason to hurry.

Everything was over.