Текст песни Аида Ведищева - Товарищ

I have a song as the wind filled the country
About how comrade went to war.
Do not hit the north wind in the surf,
In the dry plantain, St. John's wort in the grass -
I passed it and weep by the other party,
When my friend was saying goodbye to me.
But the song took off, and his voice grew stronger.
We break the old friendships, like bread!

The moon, like a turnip, and the stars - beans ..!
Thank you, mother, for bread and salt!
Even you, Mother, I say rather,
Good thing - to nurture sons
Which cloud sitting at the table,
Which may go ahead.
And soon your falcon is away,
You're cooler crust him ambassador.

That friendship friend carried on the waves,
We have a crust of bread - and the other half!
Kohl wind avalanche and avalanche song -
You half and I half!

I have a song as the wind filled the country
About how comrade went to war.
Do not hit the north wind in the surf,
In the dry plantain, St. John's wort in the grass -
I passed it and weep by the other party,
When my friend was saying goodbye to me.
But the song took off, and his voice grew stronger.
We break the old friendships, like bread!