Уводна - Флоренция на Эльбе - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

On this day, we will recall the treachery and insidiousness, pain and severity of loss ... 69 years ago, from February 13 to 14, 1945, a massive bombardment of the ancient German city of Dresden began. On the night of February 13 to February, 796 English bombers were thrown about a thousand 200-kilogram bombs on Dresden. In a matter of minutes, the city was embraced by a flame. The light from a giant fire was visible for 150 kilometers. On the morning of the next day, 311 American aircraft were repeated, but by that time the city was already in the ruins.

“At the beginning of the second attack, many still crowded in tunnels and basements, waiting for the end of the fires ... Detonation hit the cellars. A new, strange sound, which became deaf and deaf, was mixed to the roar of the explosions. Something reminiscent of the rumble of a waterfall - it was a tornado war that began in the city. Many who were in underground shelters instantly burned out, as soon as the surrounding heat suddenly increased sharply. They either turned into ashes or melted ... "

One of the most beautiful cities in Europe, named for its beauty and greatness "Florence on Elbe" died to the delight of the triumphs ...

These creations are our joint work. This is our tribute to the memory of the tragedy of Dresden, our condemnation of meanness and dishonest war ... This is the memory of thousands of innocent people who died in an instant of water with a flurry of air attacks ... We remember!

Yaroslav the Armless and Gloom of the Patter

"Florence on Elbe"

Where the fiery sunset was melting,

In an effort to leave the horizon,

Where, turning back,

The long -range front was noisy ...

On quiet streets of empty

Lay a pair of foliage

The peace of ice trees

In the arms of delicate February ...

And in a light haze, the city slept

Among the steppe silence,

Times the departed pedestal

For the pride of a native country ...

But the rumble of motors is in the distance

I cut the night blue,

Steel birds in the dark

They carried fire and void ...

Having straightened the wings, plane

He spilled rain on the city of death,

And the pilot grins,

Throwing a low shock ...

Today is the sovereign

Runs the fate of his enemies,

And the path of flying cars

Light the fire cover ...

Burning at home, the earth is on,

The history of the country is on fire

A fallen child in the fire,

Sonnets and poems are in the fire ...

Where are the ashes of the night witchcraft

Merged with glow lights -

There at dusk alarming howl

Mixed with the cries of people ...

Like funeral bonfires,

There are tall houses

Where the brothers will not find the sisters,

Where everyone lost himself ...

The harsh winter has passed

And the flowers bloomed in the gardens,

But the flame of the night of February

Left traces in the ground

And the memory will not remember evil,

A long -standing enemy was met with a smile,

Flowers feed ash,

And the pain went into prickly darkness

(c) gloom