The war...

Дмитрий Рудаковский
Dust,smoke around,
and all in a thick fog,
Lies soldiers in a
large,deep pit,
Order from heaven
God gave clearly,
Stand up,fight for their
country,victory.
Order from heaven
God gave clearly,
Stand up,fight for their
country,victory.
He stood up and took a
bayonet, a knife,a shell
in his arms,
He did not reach
вражьего the
beginning,
Peace reigns and the
blood flows out of the
body,
The fate of walk away
from the life she
wanted.
Peace reigns and the
blood flows out of the
body,
The fate of walk away
from the life she
wanted.
Chorus:
Forty,forty,forty-first
year,
You ruin people cruelly
in time,
On the fields,in
fields,in the fields of
the body,
Crying mother,mother
crying,crying mother of
one.
On the fields,in
fields,in the fields of
the body,
Crying mother,mother
crying,crying mother of
one.
Every year strictly
honor,all of us this
year,
The forty-fifth year,the
valiant
But alas,those who fell
in the family,
We alas they don't
return.
But alas,those who fell
in the family,
We alas they don't
return.
Chorus:
Forty,forty,forty-first
year,
You ruin people cruelly
in time,
On the fields,in
fields,in the fields of
the body,
Crying mother,mother
crying,crying mother of
one.
On the fields,in
fields,in the fields of
the body,
Crying mother,mother
crying,crying mother of
one.
I stand,I stand,I stand
and sing,
The memory of all who
gave their lives in the
war,strictly honor,
Strictly honor,strictly
honor,strictly honour.
I'm strictly honor,
I'm strictly honor!!!