Текст песни Ледяной Амарант - Могила Бойца

GRAVE fighters
(Verses M. Lermontov, Moose. I.morozov)

I
He sleeps the last sleep for a long time,
   He sleeps the last sleep,
Above him the hill was poured,
   Green turf range.

 Gray curls old
    Mix with the ground:
They vzvevalis over her shoulders,
   Over a cup of peers,
II
They are white as the foam of waves,
   Smiteth the rocks;
The lips, the favorite conversations
   For the first time coldness bound.

And the dead man's pale cheeks,
   As the face of his enemies
 He paled when he was
   One among their ranks.

Chorus:
Raw land is covered with breasts,
   But it is not hard,
And the worm, without fear of movement;
    Crawling through the forehead.
 
At eh he lived and carried a sword,
   That hour of the evening haze
Fly to his mound
   Desert Eagles?

III
 Although the singer native land
   Not once sang about it,
But the song, all song; and life-all life!
   He slept last night.