Текст песни Альберт Шайхутдинов - Письмо с фронта

I write to you dear
In a break between battles
I not tell you by deceiving
About soldier byte

Today did not give sleep
From the enemy, I dragged tongue
But then, my medal okromya
They promised ordenok

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The sky above me, as we have in the village
The smell of the earth, in the heart awakens sadness
Next spring the front strip
We Plough Berlin I will come back home - will be back

As this year the potatoes?
Does the farm sown?
And how's our Alyosha?
Probably grown .....

I told him the strap of leather will bring -
Yes German folding knife
But that he was a good student toozhe ...
he is ignorant and does not fight iron oxides hydroxides ...

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Now I am serving in the infantry (amb-two)
All my rank of junior sergeant Guard
Where we are, neischite, nenaydete
Not one of the school maps

The village on the hill
Three of the yard without much to take
Here lay a cigarette with shag
We note the dawn

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We have for the commander
young boy
Over 20 years on the force
But all I hoary

Well it's time to go rocket vvyshinu
It began the night brighter than the day
Again the fight from dawn to dusk
We are alive not dead men

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