Текст песни муз. Станислав Пожлаков, слова Булат Окджава - Костер

What legends to us about God,
If the gods we are with you.
Our gods are the roads
That lead to the last battle.

Chorus:

The drum tries, the trumpeter plays the collection
And there are no white-handed people among us.
You burn, burn, my fire -
My friend, my friend, my travel companion.

Who goes where - and we just go straight
Through the darkness into the light of the fire.
Goodbye Mom! Goodbye Daddy!
Goodbye, older sister! ..

Chorus:

The flame flares up all over the earth.
Time teaches us to be the first.
You burn, burn, my fire -
My friend, my friend, my fellow traveler.