Stalingrad

ya prosnulsya srazu
stuki na moi dver'
pot na lbu blestel pod lunnyi svet
s ulitsy razdalsya
grokhot chernykh marus'
dali pyat' minut odevat'sya i vse

Stalingrad
sil'naya strana
staraya mechta
kazhdyi vrag
noch'yu nam ne spat
no strannaya toska

syn smotrel tak tikho
znal, chto on sdelal
ya poproshchalsya s zhenoi i molcha poshel
spuskayas', ya podumal
kak ya syna lyublyu
a bol'she menya, syn lyubil stranu