Текст песни Лик Дмитрий - Он ушёл на войну...

He went to war on a summer morning from Klin,
Mother whispered a son and clung to the window.
He went to war in order to come to Berlin,
And to return with victory in the spring to Moscow.

Near Moscow, death did not mow you,
In Stalingrad, broke her braid
I will thank you with my son
And in the Immortal regiment I will carry
You laughed at her near Kursk,
Spit after her drove from Kerch
In Berlin, the tank rushed
We shout thank you!

He returned from the war, sat behind a tractor on a collective farm,
He gave birth to three children, he built a house in the village!
He went to war so it wasn’t too late
So that his grandson lives and does not know about the war.

Near Moscow, death did not mow you,
In Stalingrad, broke her braid
I will thank you with my son
And in the Immortal regiment I will carry
You laughed at her near Kursk,
Spit after her drove from Kerch
In Berlin, the tank rushed
We shout thank you!

I sit and write ... this song in Kolomna,
Tears are pouring from my eyes ... eroding the verse.
How many of them to their mothers ... did not return from the battle,
How many grandchildren in the country were not born!