Bashlachev - Podvig Razvedchika (with translation)
Подвиг разведчика - Scout's Feat (Heroic act)
On a weekday noon I woke up standing.
Again I confused the matress with the wall.
I alone came out of drinking spree,
But - here you go! - today is a weekend.
And time went not shaky and not rolly. =)
In the kitchen burned liver pie.
Squeaked the world of communal apartments,
And slippers purred by the feet.
Neighbor Burshtein shamefully beat neighbor (woman).
She put the horns on him (cheated).
I wouldn't go with anyone here into scouting,
And no one here to go to enemy's lair with.
One welded himself steel doors.
Another scribbles poems until morning.
I'm alone. I don't trust anyone.
But, really, God sees, the loss is not great
All their brother and especially sister.
The screen, and in it since morning the skates ring...
Hockey is played by real men. (popular saying in USSR)
On the radio they sing that there's no reason for depression,
And that's the main reason for it.
In "Труд" (newspaper, means "work") sensational article
That still taiga makes noise.
But I, to pain (really), want to go into scouting,
Leave and not come back to this cell
Leave - as is - deep behind enemy lines.
From brotherly nations the press tells me:
The Poles are recovering from stress.
Pressed to the nail is the pest Lech Walesa,
Who dreamed of poisoning all of Warsaw.
Yes comrades, not everyone has got the point of progress
And in three trees doesn't always see the forest.
Agressor clanks (rattles) ammunition,
But TASS (news) is authorized to state:
"Heavy smog shrouds Washington.
Life isn't happy without work
In praised jungles of stone freedom,
Where rules CIA and Pentagon.
Amongst capitalists of these countries
Grows burn-waste of war psychosis.
They scare with red threat
Deceived workers and peasants.
And Reagan - thief, cowboy and faggot -
Put peace on nuclear map."
I'm anxious. I bite my matress.
I shake like SS-20 (missile launcher) before the start.
Hockey ended. Dragonflies started.
And on the second [channel] they're raping clarinet.
How can this be? A threat hangs!
And there's nothing more frightening than threat!
Yes, in right time I came out of drinking spree...
We won't give up our dear Kostroma!
Loved city can sleep calmly
And peacefully green in the middle of winter.
I'll pull budenovka (revolution hat) to the back of the head.
Ain't I a patriot, even though I drink.
To world foundation I'll give a bag of empty bottles
And from the mattress I'll cut out a parachute.
I'll take advance (on paycheck). Buy myself a ticket
For the first flight to Western Europe.
In Hamburg square - pardon, I'm to the bathroom! -
I'll yank the ring and unwind the straps.
I'll go, like bobcat, from Alps to Onega
On the path of partisan freeway.
All derailed - trams and carts.
Don't forget, cruds, Stalingrad!
I'll recount all bayonets and guns (or cannons).
Let my корешок-связной (??) be open -
I, creeping (on the belly), bypass all traps
And come on air at any cost.
I - shield and sword of homeland Country of Counsils! (Soviet Union)
While they can catch me -
I'll break wings of all rockets,
To report to Big earth:
Well, proletarian кукиш (??) happened to Bonn.
Tell Mom - NATO on the tail!
Your son fights till last bullet
On the enemy-side unnamed height.
I want, with granade, to jump under wheels,
But swallow in time the banner of division.
Then keep silent on torture and interrogations,
And before death - sing about Katusha.
Hangover was getting stronger. It's time to take a pill.
In ears squeked secret call.
On weekends so much desire to go into scouting.
Let's go, guys! Who's with me?