Текст песни Александр Маршал - Хоронят ОФИЦЕРА

Quiet afternoon the wind sings,
Birds do not cry.
While - though slow progress
And turned back.
Quiet with trees foliage flies,
The rain drizzles a little.
The air crash someone's words,
Someone is silent.

Bury officer.

People ring a little uneven stand,
This ring of men.
Two women - a mother and wife,
With their only son.
Little son just saw here
In the form of his own father.
& Quot; Mom, Dad, I really did not know even the face & quot ;.

And no one will ever know,
As he had died.
How many years for whom and for what
He risked his life.
How to heal severe chest
Terrible scars from wounds.
And on the hot spots of the night sneaking fog.