Aleksandr Rozenbaum "Lesosplav" lyrics

Lesosplav

Переломаный буреломамиКрай бурановый под охраною, костерок ослаб,Не сберечь его, в яме волчьей вой, кто упал - лежит,Песню снег сложил нам про лесосплав.

Утро сизое, бревна склизлые, в ледяной водеНе до лебедя, табачок сырой.И дымит запал, с телогреек пар в небо тянется--Кто останется, тот не встанет в строй,Тот не встанет в строй.

Холода штыков да баланды ковш,Журавлиный крик да телеги скрип - по стеклу гвоздём.Сном ржаной сухарь, в перекурах марьПовело на ель в мягкую постель, там своё возьмём..Лягу в прошлое - в куст с морошкою, лягу в давнее -В гриб раздавленный, в подосиновик,Вспомню бывшее - листик слипшийся.Вспомню старое - утро жаркое, небо синее.Небо синее.

Переломаный буреломамиКрай бурановый под охраною, костерок пропал.Ходуном щека, лязг трелёвщика,Навались, браток, расколись, браток, как сюда попал!

Разлилась река, да в пустой стакан, недовольная...Не до воли нам - до барака бы...Как дьяк истину - сапоги стянутьИ в сухое влезть, и приснится лес одинаковый...Одинаковый... Одинаковый...Одинаковый... Одинаковый...

Tree Felling

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This stormy land is broken into patches of fallen treesBy northern winds. It's strongly guarded 2 A fire has weakened,We won't be able to preserve it. Wolves are howling in a pit 3 Those who fell are not getting up.Snow has composed a song for us about the tree felling.

The morning is slate-gray, the logs are slippery, we are working in ice-cold water,It's not a good timing to admire a swan 4 My tobacco is damp.The fuse is smoldering, steam is rising from our quilted jackets to the sky,Those who are left here 5Won't fall back into the line 6.They won't fall back into the line.

There's coldness of bayonets and a ladle of gruel here,A cry of a stork and squeaking of a cart like a sound of nail on glass.We are dreaming of a piece of dry rye bread. When we get a break our minds wonder,It's tempting to go to sleep in pine branches, it's a soft bed for us,We'll catch up on sleep there.I'll lie down into my past, into a cloudberry bush, into the days long gone,In a squished mushroom, it's a red boletus 7I'll remember the things that passed, a leaf stuck together,I'll remember the old time, a hot morning, the blue sky,The blue sky.

This stormy land is broken into fallen treesBy northern winds. It's strongly guarded. A fire has disappeared,My cheek is shaking, the skitter 8 is clanking.Brother, pull hard! Brother, come clean and tell me, how did you get being here?

The river has flooded, and spilled into our empty glass, angry.We don't care about the freedom now, let us get back to the barrack,And take the boots off like a preacher bestowing the holy truth,Let us get into dry clothes, and we will dream of a forest,Of the even forest… Even forest…Even forest… Even forest… Even… 9