Текст песни Вахрушев Иван - Обелиск

The obelisk stands over the river,
Like a warrior keeping calm.
Mother cries, hugging granite
-Here and met, -
whispers - dear.

The July sun is pouring from the sky
And such is the silence.
But hot splinter
The old war is breaking into a peaceful afternoon.

The son once fled to the attack,
Fierce battle thundered over the river.
And fell to the warm ground -
As if I pressed my cheek to my mother.

The July sun is pouring from the sky
And such is the silence.
But hot splinter
The old war is torn at a peaceful afternoon.

The river is rolling the sleepy waves
And the mother thought deeply.
A blotted hand is stroking a stone,
And the eyes are far, far away.

The July sun is pouring from the sky
And such is the silence.
But a hot splinter
The old war is torn at a peaceful afternoon.

The July sun is pouring from the sky
And such is the silence.
But a hot splinter
The old war is breaking into a peaceful afternoon.