Это слово"ВОЙНА"

7 мая 2012 - Руна
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в этом слове жизнь умирает                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           в этом звуке вянет цветок                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           это слово ребёнок узнает                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            не из книг а глядя на венок                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             всё война,война виновата                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       что малышь у магилы стоит                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                и слово родное"мама"                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      он навзрыд рыдая кричит                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   малыша поднему я на руки                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 и скажу ему,войну кляня                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          чтоб тебе невстречались те муки                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             что в бою настигали меня                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       сколько лет мы сражались с врагами                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    наши мамы уснуть не могли                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          ночи долгие глаз не смыкали                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               веру в сына они берегли                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           сколько нам придётся сражаться                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               сколько крови на землю прольём                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    но войны мы не будем бояться                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          мы с победой и славой придём!

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