Текст песни Александр Харчиков - Завтра снова нам в бой

(Yuri Pushchakov)

Tomorrow we are in battle again
But not everyone will return back.
For Russia love
Pay with your blood will have to ...
For flickering stars
That on our shoulder shaws.
For crosses from roads
That in fraternal graves black
Tomorrow again in the bayonets ...
Under the hooves, under the saber dich
Will lie to the ground shelves
Awesome: your own and strangers.
Those and those for the people
Will paint snow in black red,
But no one will understand.
Of this slaughter blind and terrible.
Tomorrow again in the fire!
Will be the death of our souls to crip
And in agony horse
His saddle goes
And covered the earth
And friends and enemies - without parsing,
And from blood heat ...
For living will be eternal reproach.
Tomorrow we will fight again ...