Текст песни Сергей Иванов - Если мы о войне забываем

I remember in a small stuffy hall,
In the windows smell of fire methyl,
We read poems about war,
No poets from the war.

Like lead bullets and sounds
And got up before our eyes.
Trupian-carved black hands,
Above not born.

Chorus:

Let us become more often in a dream,
The voice of the memory is really harsh.
If we forget about the war,
That war begins new.

We read, and again infantry
Untusala in sunset alone.
Machine-tube dzotti,
In the surroundings still pounded. "

We read about dust and slush,
And about the poplar that near the windows,
Yellowed foliage cried,
Not for a period, not at all for a period.

Chorus:

Let us become more often in a dream,
The voice of the memory is really harsh.
If we forget about the war,
That war begins new.

I do not understand everything by childish
Tried for a suggestion of a neighbor.
Well, when will you read for us
Golden words of victory.

Only his lips were silent,
As if there is no answer to the answer.
We read poems about war
No poets from the war.

Chorus:

Let us become more often in a dream,
The voice of the memory is really harsh.
If we forget about the war,
That war begins new.