Текст песни Александр А.В.С. Скворцов - Пропавшее письмо

THE MISSING LETTER

We are not lost, not fallen in battle,
Our feat is not known on Earth.
We're just missing forever
We have no graves, no bread on the table.

We were someone's family,
We were basically the same as everyone else!
Remained in memory as empty lists
Didn't appear on the runway.

An envelope without an address by a carrier pigeon
Released by a weakening hand.
White birches, bare palms,
Scraps of memory held together by a string ...

We are not lost, not fallen in battle.
And for posterity there will be one commandment:
Let the lost return forever
The last will come - and the war will end!

A.V.S.