Текст песни Александр Маточкин - Соколик

Where are you flying falcon
where you flew with the dead
where are you spohitil hand
white hand with a ring

tell you the bride
openly in front of you
near Warsaw is the place
where boiling bloody battle

fight bloody feast rich
I will remember for a century
and came back with a shovel
gracious people
and buried in one grave
three hundred and forty people

them cry now wife
Children of mothers fathers
they cry and weep
that neydut soldiers home