Текст песни Кашин Павел - Josephine

We were looking for paradise, we got into hell
Quietly dying, whispers my soldier
Souls fly to the sky of September
And all my native is in vain.

I and my Murat - confused lions
I feed the soldiers by the ruins of Moscow
Broken in the struggle, standing among the ruins
And all this is you - Ma Josephine.

Russian as shadows
Without beautiful phrases
Mruh like ghosts, carrying us,
Quietly flying into September sky.
And all, my native - me.

I and my Murat - confused lions
I feed the soldiers by the ruins of Moscow
Broken in the struggle, standing among the ruins
And all this is you - Ma Josephin.