Текст песни Андрей Михайленко - Вечная память

Igor Swedov

Delayed the step of spring,
Standing on the threshold.
Eh! Russia, mother is honest,
Will break your feet ...

Feet, it is Polwy.
Here they broke the neck,
Where other people's and their own
Trench broke.

Here, punched pot
With a pitch-grass.
He could feed the fighter
Is there no time?

And fights, easy to say:
"You do not imagine."
You start remembering -
It stalls even memory.

That bottomless misfortune
Do not drag the time.
Soul retaining in hell,
I am forever with those

Who hazardly lies
And in the graves of fraternal
Where, messed up in granite,
Pain of the soldier's fate.

Forces Screening Spring
Do not come.
Took the war
All flowers will lay.

Know all by name
Only death and sky.
You - soldier hundred grams
Cover bread.