Текст песни Чёрный Майк - На небесном плацу

Sleep voices that once we knew by the nickname,
And calm down lights funeral pyres.
In the only field winter, snow yes morozische,
And the dazzling white expanse of heaven.

The knapsacks hearts snake curled krovushka,
Kohl did not believe the earth will not see Heaven,
Where fatherly love us bright sun,
And gives hope among these perilous places.

Let you in the ashes,
Island looking for eternity,
Long or a short eh, fairy tale comes to an end,
And the spirit of the soldiers again in the heavenly parade ground.

Whether in combat or simply from the abyss of despair,
We went into oblivion, one after another.
Know this bitter share of the pier looking for us,
In the maelstrom of people, which are called enemies.

Ear to the time shot down,
Golf tears unwashed.
At the crossroads there is no way back,
Where in the house waiting for us distant relatives to vote.

The color of our pain ascended purple petals,
Memory eternal to us by forming ears grass.
And deploy new songs prayers,
In the name of all those who fought on the front of the soul.