Великая война - Фауст - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Here is a car with tightly lifted hatches, a screech of a rotating drammer of a radio station is heard from it through the armor. But the crew is silent ... does not respond either to a knock or on the radio. In the tower - small, with a diameter of a penny, a melted hole, the little finger will not pass. And this is “Faust”, his work! The screen is torn in this place, the concentrated explosion hit the armor ...

Welding sprinkles with bluish lights: this is the only way that I can open the hatch lined with from the inside.

Four dead tankers get out of the tower. Young, until recently funny, strong guys. They would live and live.

The cumulative grenade burned the steel of armor, burst into the car with a fiery whirlwind. The splashes of the molten steel struck everyone to death ... Neither ammunition, nor tanks with fuel, nor mechanisms were affected. Only people died, and as if they were lying in the last system, tankers, at the caterpillar of their combat vehicle. The horseshoes in their heels that did not have time to rust will shine ...

And the tank - alive - stands in the middle of the street, lowering the gun low to the pavement, as if mourning the dead crew.

The deputy company commander of the company, senior lieutenant Matyushkin, gets into the car, starts the engine, tries to control mechanisms-everything is fine, everything works, the tank is obedient, he moves, unfolding, regularly his weapons, radio station. At least now into battle!

And there are no more people.