You looking the Moskva through optical sight
Where borning crispy wind of change...
A morning near five we had to start the fight,
Cause must protect usselves again of your gain.
Your curtain closing in and did you ever think
That we had never been the brothers?
Nonchalance got away, the fighters had been stay
To battle like themselve grandfathers.
Can you stop - stop the imminient moment,
When the rockets fly,
When the children of tommorow have to fight and die,
On both battle sides.
We meeting on the streets of our memories,
Which living in the hearts forever;
We striding the Moskva and every russian town
Immortal regiment in may.
Stop the - stop the imminient moment,
When the rockets fly
For our cities ang the houses on both battle sides,
To destroy all of achievements, don't you know, why
This is not a game, look, I say!
The wind of change blows straight, we have no any time,
The peace or of a war, like many times before!
Now my balalaika sing what your guitar had been to say:
Take me to the magic of the moment
Of the August night,
Of the silence for tommorow...
Terminate the fight,
Terminate the fight!
(c) bearthe
08.2022