Текст песни Макс Николаев - Солдат

Still too young to die
Seventeen years old but you have to go to war
For the Motherland for the relatives for the native land
Saying goodbye hugs worth kissing her
She quietly cries in her hand a white handkerchief
Write at least a few lines from the front
I'll be waiting for you come back soon
Who invented the war is doubly harder to leave
Mother seeing off at the gate christened on the road
Come back with victory victory son waiting with God
And he left in September forty-two
Long battles after training in the heat again
They did not sleep for days, did not eat for weeks
Freezing dying under art shelling
City by city we will recapture our native land
We will defeat the fascist evil spirits
To the last drop of blood not a step back
And in the native company less and less familiar guys
A letter from home from your beloved in your breast pocket
It probably saves him from bullets
Dark nights in the calm before the fight
He wrote to his mother that he was alive fighting a hero
What is left and we will win soon
And the hour is not far when we will take Berlin
Say hello to dad and my beloved
I kiss my mother soon I will promise peacefully
They are again thrown into the heat of hell
All-round defense surrounded by their squad
No one is going to surrender
He wounded grenade no ammo run out
Well, the guys will show how the Siberians die
Attach bayonets in melee ONCE TWO THREE