ya prosnulsya srazu
stuki na moi dverÂ’
pot na lbu blestel pod lunnyi svet
s ulitsy razdalsya
grokhot chernykh marusÂ’
dali pyatÂ’ minut odevatÂ’sya i vse

Stalingrad
silÂ’naya strana
staraya mechta
kazhdyi vrag
nochÂ’yu nam ne spat
no strannaya toska

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