Текст песни М.Калинкин - После атаки

After the attack

That's all, the trunks cool down,
And the gunner swallows from the flask.
Wormwood smells between the tracks
Today we were born in a shirt

And in the mouth rustling copper
He claims that we are alive with you
Someone else burn there
Behind the oncoming battle.

Oh how sweet burning tobacco
The Tank Dash Survivors
This is our common destiny
Under the name "T - 34".

This rumble ringing in my ears
And the gunner’s gunpowder is gray,
This is our common soul
What pierces through the Panther.

The trajectory of the tracks will go
Into the unknown on the surface of life,
A famous tank platoon
It burns out on the clover from behind.

We stand at the edge of the house together
Gouache pouring into the hatch ...
This is a field with bonfires on it.
Our all the same - all the same - ours!

We pour into the crumpled mug
We will remember the tankers of yesterday,
This is a field with bonfires on it.
In the morning this is still ours!