Текст песни Павел Карабашлыков - Бойцы двух поколений

Time is twisted with tight ropes,
Condensed within a single line
The sky is melted overhead
And, every step, the devil!
Fingers gripped the granite
And will not be released
What remains of the memory of grandfathers,
And generously watered with the blood of grandchildren
Height again.
And where the sky is closer
I see your souls:
Fighters of two generations
They stand in the same row.
Cold echoes from above
I hear your screams
Fighters of two generations -
For your homeland!
A memory drenched in blood,
I squeezed my heart with helpless pain
The sky is melted overhead.
Here, every step is the devil!
The mournful sacrifice made by the war,
Memory for memory, grave to grave ...
And, like a body, ripped open by fragments
Height again!
Here everything came together, what was and what will be.
It simply could not be otherwise.
There is a soldier for the Motherland - I see
And I hear a cry - For the Motherland! - his.
Here it all came together, here memory became blood,
There is an example of courage for all ages,
How they got in the way of the Kiev Nazis
Guys from the DPR and LPR.
The fields are plowed up, the mines are defused,
Unbroken Donbass will heal wounds!
There is a hero on Saur-Tomb,
Stands for each of us ...