Текст песни Кухта Олег - Помяни меня, поле

"Remember me, field"
Muses: A. Kuchechenko
Sl.: S. Ovsyannikov

Soul flies home
To the north a long path.
Over the Field Russian Soul
I would like to sigh.
Over the field again blue
Hearshes Bucky Smoke,
And hears the field all words
Flying over it.

Remember me, field,
Own your own.
I stroked my hair here
The wind is drunk.
Here I have taken youth
And faith of mine
And gave to Bloody
In the rags of the missing.

And the field palloon in response
What knows silence:
"Sleeps your young grandfather under me,
Sleeps the old war. "
Over the field again blue
Hearshes Bucky Smoke,
And hears the field all words
Flying over it.

Remember me, field,
Own your own.
I stroked my hair here
The wind is drunk.
Here I have taken youth
And faith of mine
And gave to Bloody
In the rags of the missing.

Remember me, field,
Own your own.
I stroked my hair here
The wind is drunk.
Here I have taken youth
And faith of mine
And gave to Bloody
In the rags of the missing.

And gave to Bloody
In the rags of the missing ...