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Вот, давеча увидал творение Hoaxer'a в ДК. Привожу собственный вариант, написанный и даже исполнявшийся :)) на фестивале ISFIT'97
На поле танки грохотали Народная. перевод (С) Дан Воробьев AKA Night Surfer
The tanks were rattling like a thunder The soldiers went to final fight And here they carried young commander With head all broken outright
His tank was hit with armor-piercer So say good-bye to Guardian crew Just four more corpses in the hillside Will add to fair morning view
'Cause now the vehicle is a-burning Wait for the shells to detonate You wanna live to see this morning But you're too weak and it's too late
So they'll extract you from the re'mains They'll put your coffin on the clay And fire & thunder from the main guns Will see you into your last way
For now the telegrams are flying To tell the friends and relatives That their good son is never coming And never getting any leave
And there's that photo on the bookshelf Collecting dust for years on end - In uniform, with shoulder-boards on... And he will never be her man. In unifo-orm, wI-EEEEEEth shoul-der-bo-ards OOOOOOOn...