Текст песни Пилигримм - Мой Отец возвращался с войны

My father returned from the war
Through utter choking fumes.
Through the shattered dreams
And the crimson glow of hell.
 
Not broke, do not disappeared , not slёg .
Wounded three times , but death did not give up ...
He is a soldier of his faithful berёg ,
For Russia fought valiantly .
 
Chorus:
 
Maybe Angel kept on shooting,
Near walked in tunic faded ?
And trembling hand Fate ,
And keep at gunpoint tired ...
 
Acrid smell of gunpowder overcoat,
What made ​​a hole through the bullet.
Skid grave snowstorm
Where friends fighting sleep.
 
Remelting soul war
Hammered into memory sworn trouble.
And friends frontline names
And wrenching the joy of victory !
 
Chorus .