Текст песни Пиноккио - Где трава от росы и от крови сырая

Where the grass with dew, and the blood of crude,
Where pupils guns glaring,
Full length over the front edge of the trench
Rose winner - soldiers.

Heart pounding his ribs intermittently often.
Silence ... Silence ... Do not dream - reality.
Footman said: - Otmayalis! Basta! -
And take a snowdrop in the ditch.

And in the soul longed for the light and affection,
He revived the joy of singing the same stream.
And the soldiers bent down
And a bullet to the helmet
Carefully adjusted the flower.

Again revived in memory were alive -
In the snows of Moscow and Stalingrad on fire.
In the four unimaginable for the first time,
As a child, I cried the soldier.

So was an infantryman, laughing and crying,
Boots rubbing thorny fence.
Behind rose the dawn of a young,
Heralding a sunny day.