Текст песни Марина Девятова - Жёны Офицеров

All the same people on the streets,
The same rain outside the window,
And your plane, you arrive at a small airfield
The candle on the table Portrait of bread and covered with glass,
His wars have signs, but no cure wounds.
Silent after the third toast, closing his eyes, friends
And get used to the pain, not easy to get used to the loss can not be,
Fog over the stripe takeoff in the fog of life, and around,
The sky line of machine-gun and suddenly crossed once.

The wives of officers, officer's wife
Difficult life you burned
May God give you hope and love and faith
The wives of the officers as they are needed.

Fireworks, parades, awards,
Roads, halts fighting,
And someone in the sodden tent to write a letter of love
And in the morning from the sun squinting into the attack, he will lift system
Most probably I ask you to come back home alive

The wives of officers, officer's wife
Difficult life you burned
May God give you hope and love and faith
The wives of the officers as they are needed.

The wives of officers, officer's wife
Difficult life you burned
May God give you hope and love and faith
The wives of the officers as they are needed.

May God give you hope and love and faith
The wives of the officers because they are necessary,

The wives of the officers as they are needed.

© Marina Devyatova 2009