Текст песни КРОНОС - Павшим Воинам

Tell me , field,
How much open space by the host
Perished heroes - sons of Russia.
Tell me the field
How to slurp a mountain ,
As the last breath whispering , "Lord , save me ."

Hey , my land ,
How to train your chest
Died sons
Seeing eternity ahead.
Where should the bread to rise,
Again, crows circling .
What lies ahead ?
Crying bell in churches ...

Tell me , field,
Yes, about the rivers of blood ,
As the dawn of the dead eyes met .
Tell me , field,
About sea battles ,
As with the heavens dropped bitter tears .