Текст песни Алексей Копкин - Последний поход

The grave is cold, the grave is empty
The grave awaits its cross
Not today, tomorrow someone will die
We will send him on the last campaign
Oooh, on the last trip!

The kids are playing, the kids don't know
That everyone fades, that everything dies
And the body sings the last song
We spend it on the last campaign
Oooh, on the last trip!

The sun is not shining for us now
The wind is not blowing for us now
Another generation now lives
And we went on our last campaign long ago
Oooh, on the last trip!