Текст песни Настасья Власова - Шли бои страшнее смерти...

As Nastasya accompanied
In the war of Peter
No crying, no moaning or crying.
Braided tight braid, her eyes downcast.
And prayed for the icon, pale face.

There were fights, terrible death in their native land
Do not come for a long time that the conduct of Peter
And under the old icons Nastya before dawn
Asks the Blessed Virgin: "My husband Protect"

Night became endless days are still long
Funerals rattled the windows villages
And an envelope with a letter a treasury
Nastya also waiting
Said: "Your husband Peter went missing"

Wept bitterly heart of the young wife
And salty tears filled his eyes oh
Looks Nastya on the icon
Do not hide the pain
That is my only weapon for the health pray for the repose of the l ...

For more than half a century, with the last war
But Peter is waiting for Nastasya from summer to winter
Do not call her a widow, even in old age
Her memory of the warm light of the lamps