Grenada


We went a step,
We raced to the battle
And the "apple" - a song
Held in his teeth.
Oh, this song
hitherto stores
Grass young -
Steppenwolf malachite.

But that song
On the far land
I drove my friend
With him in the saddle.
He sang, surveying
Native land:
"Grenada, Grenada,
Grenada mine! "

We raced dreaming
comprehend the haste
Grammar battle -
Language battery.
Sunrise was rising
And fell again,
And the horse tired
Steppes ride.

But "apple" -song
played squadron
bows suffering
Violins times ...
Where, a friend,
your song:
"Grenada, Grenada,
Grenada mine "?

punched body
Slipped to the ground,
first mate
I left seat.
I have seen: the corpse
Bent moon,
And the dead lips
Whispered "Gren ..."

Yes. In the far region,
The transcendental Reach
I am gone my friend.
And the song carried.
Since then they have not heard
Native land:
"Grenada, Grenada,
Grenada mine! "

Detachment did not notice
loss of a fighter
And the "apple" -song
Dopel through.
Only the sky softly
slipped later
Velvet sunset
Tear of rain ...

New songs
I thought of life ...
No, guys,
About the song grieve.
Do not, do not,
No, my friends ...
Grenada, Grenada,
Grenada moya1977