Текст песни Советский Народ - На поле танки грохотали

On the field tanks rumbled,
The soldiers were in the last fight,
A young commander,
Bear with a broken head.

Under the tank hit the pig,
Farewell, Guards!
Four corpses near the tank
Complement the morning landscape ...

Machine flames enveloped,
Now explode the ammunition,
And I want to live like guys
But do not get out much power ...

We derive from the wreckage,
Raise your hands on the frame,
And volleys tower guns
In the last journey takes us.

And then fly telegrams
Relatives, acquaintances lime
That their son will not return.
And do not come to visit.

In a corner to cry mother-old woman,
Tear hand whisk father,
And darling do not know
What was the end of the tank driver.

And it will gather dust card,
Yellowed books on a shelf -
In tankistskoy form, uniform,
And he was no longer her fiance.