Текст песни Алексей Матов - Полверсты огня и смерти

Ahead of segment net ,
We are on it almost extras.
And at the far edge of the field ,
The enemy is buried in the bushes.
And from there self-propelled guns ,
Beat on us point-blank range .
And on the wing not avoid.
And on the field half a mile .

Gender mile of fire and death .
In the small gray envelopes.
Scatter funerals .
Sadness sadness multiply .
But the betting order .
Someone prays surreptitiously .
Someone silently gritted his teeth ,
Someone remembered someone's mother .

There is a signal for the attack .
All around it was in motion.
He likes nehosh and village ,
You need to take before sunset .
The stench solarium, rumbling trucks .
The crews of the battalions .
We would just as soon as possible .
Gender distance rip .

Crew uneven breathing.
Our mehvoda poem writes .
Left-right all you can .
Squeezes out of the engine .
I yell as maloholnye .
The bar but with armor piercing .
We are at the last moment ,
Missed two inches .

Fun begins .
Germans will be no laughing matter.
Tower to the right, shot, spёksya .
Here's another one ready.
We are each other's camouflage .
And alone do know .
We are defending the Fatherland ,
Not for the sake of orders.