Текст песни Леонид Корнилов - Ветеран

As the last cartridge, veteran
It remains in the cage alive.
By saluting the colors of countries
He once came to her.
The bayonet rushing to death,
As a child rescued white light.
And now he can not watch
On the remains of the great victories.
And over the mass graves plates
Measuring it as a living obelisk.
Those who have done everything they could,
all underground embraced.
There's a soldier brotherhood forever
Nicknamed Ivan the Russian.
And calling it a brotherhood top
The man from the debris and wounds.
Buried glory of the country.
Though the Eternal Fire, but went out,
funerals with great war
Old soldier walks among us.
The rusty cage of time,
Front-line hundred grams sipped,
He drove himself as patron,
As the last cartridge - for themselves.
And the holy brotherhood has fallen,
As always heroically brave.
The winner be he was tired.
Defeated, he could not be.

Leonid Kornilov