Текст песни Богдан Малик - Мінус Перемога без бек

Bogdan Malik "Victory"

Years fly, and the memory will not be erased,
The echo of an ancient storm is crushing ...
The ninth of May grew to the heart,
As an eternal holiday of joy and tears.
At orders veterans go again,
To the eternal fire people turn,
For in our Independence, brother,
There is also the Victory ancient salute.

Refrain:
Victory, Victory, Victory,
Although the pain washed the road,
And she came to us, she came,
Separating the truth of courage from evil.
Victory, Victory, Victory -
Let's not forget anything or anyone,
We will never forget anywhere
This day, engraved in our destiny.

The grass on the battlefield is sloping,
The old soldier passed away.
And the memory passes to the son
About the date that burns among other dates.
High memory warms our soul,
Which saved us and still will save.
Motherland, you can and you must
They will remember everyone and everything.

Refrain.