Всем дорогим людям нашим, живым и мёртвым Великой войны, посвящается.

Слова Александра Трифоновича Твардовского (1910-1971).
Мелодия и исполнение песни - Владимира Азязова.
Звукозапись и видеомонтаж Анатолия Лобачёва.

В видеоролике использованы кадры военной хроники, заимствованные  
из клипа А.Харчикова - "Ржев", и сюжет из документального фильма "ЕК-Студии"
о деятельности "Военно-исторического поискового центра "ОРЁЛ" 
Оленинского района Тверской области.

I WAS KILLED NEAR RZHEV

I was killed near Rzhev
In a nameless bog,
In fifth company,
On the Left flank,
In a cruel air raid

I didn't hear explosions
And did not see the flash
Down to an abyss from a cliff
No start, no end

And in this whole world
To the end of its days -
Neither patches, nor badges
From my tunic you'll find

I am where the blind roots
Seek for food in the dark
I am where the rye waves
On a hill in the dust

I am where the cockerel cries
In the dew of the dawn
I am where your cars
Tear the air on highways

Where -- small stalk to small stalk --
River's weaving its grass
Where for the remembrance
Even my mother won't come

In a bitter year's summer
I was killed. And for me
Neither news nor bulletins
Will come after this day

Would you, the living, count
How long before that
For the first time in front news
They named Stalingrad

The front burned without stopping
Like a scab on the flesh
I was killed and I don't know
Is Rzhev ours at last?

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