Текст песни Александр Маршал - Срочник

He drove dust roads
And with all the Merz by the fire.
Before the fight, the night is long,
Remembering mother and father.

He did not blame that girl
The best methyl death soldiers.
He did not postpone his fate
This boy is a conscript soldier.

He and a smile met winter with spring,
On the guitar played cool.
The sun hid behind the pines,
When he died one.

He fell, looking at the sky blue,
And my eyes did not closed.
And the nails are all happy,
In 18 only folded.

Worship a simple soldier,
He will never be forgotten
He is in the edge where sunsets burn,
Where the wedge crane is circling.

I once again worship him
Worship him to the ground.
Let our boys
Will not see more war.

It is not anywhere under the gratings
His name will not find there.
Throw colors in the river quiet,
Let them fall to him.