Текст песни МИХАИЛ ПОСТАНОГОВ - МЫ ТЕСНО СВЯЗАНЫ СУДЬБОЙ, С УШЕДШЕЙ В ПРОШЛОЕ ВОЙНОЙ

How many times in a row already,
Again, without a doubt,
Exit & quot; Search & quot ;, our party,
In the field of battle.
Where ghosts roam the war,
Where profit and fiction,
Where reared
Earth and sky.
There are forgotten
Fathers and grandfathers,
Those who did not live in those soldiers
Before the Victory Day.
Who could not get up in the battle,
The forests have survived,
And who prayed breadcrumbs
From swamp muck.
We will collect their remains
and buried.
Their names native refund
Yet remember:
Breathable death of old wood,
In the field of craters.
On a dead branch longtime slice
As someone share.
He goes into the search for our party
From early dawn,
Dud
Again cheated.
Victory festive attire,
As a symbol of glory ...
Compress the heart and hurt
Other people's wounds.