little trumpeter


Around the war, and the small -
They laughed at him all the doctors:
"Where such a good little,
Well, maybe, only trumpeters? "
And he? - All uneasy:
Well, trumpeter, trumpet player so!

As well, it is not necessary to bow -
All the bullets whistle over you.
Everywhere will be held, but not part
With its polished pipe.
And why? Because
So put it.

But once, in the autumn rains,
In a strange unknown land,
The regiment was surrounded,
The commander was killed in battle.
Well, how can that be? Oh, how can that be?
Well, well, trumpeter, you - sound!

Arose blower in smoke and flame,
For lips pressed his trumpet,
And behind the tube the whole regiment wounded
She sang the "Internationale".
And regiment went for a trumpeter,
For a real trumpet player!

Soldier, soldier, we are not supposed to,
Well, what can I do-not-cry cry -
In a strange land, in the wilderness uncut,
It remained a small blower.
But he, because he - the thing is -
It was a real trumpet! 1967