Текст песни От Юности Моея - Взгляд на тысячу ярдов

On every inch herb
You won't see here green color
Under the terrible bitterness of the caterpillars
And bright explosions like dawn
Here each in minutes
I saw your own dream
In which mother, yard and clear sky
Land Ramova Celestial Spacious

God did not give a soldier to know, he did not torment the heart of the fighter
Messenger that the enemy passed through the villages,
Farewell the field of fields and forests

After all, the explosion under the tank car,
Fire in his arms as a gun will take
And he will not reach, not to the victorious May,
From the ruins of the broken edge will not be erected
It will remain in the rail case, burn with the crew on the Kursk arc.
Comrade look at a thousand yards, he will see heroes in this war

God did not give a soldier to know, he did not torment the heart of the fighter
Messenger that the enemy passed through the villages,
Forgot the fields of fields and forests.