Текст песни Молодежь Большого Камня - По полю танки грохотали

On the field tanks rumbled,
The soldiers were in the last fight,
A young commander
Bear with a broken head.

Under the tank hit the pig,
Farewell to the Guards crew
Four corpses near the tank
Complement the morning landscape.

Machine flames enveloped,
Now jerk ammunition,
And I want to live like guys
But do not get out much force.

We derive from the wreckage,
Raise your hands on the frame,
And volleys tower guns
In the last journey takes us.

And fly there Telegram
Family friends lime
That their son is no longer return
And do not come to visit.

In a corner to cry mother-old woman,
Tear hand smahnёt father,
And darling do not know
What was the end of the tank driver.

And it will gather dust Card
On a shelf yellowed books
In tankistskoy form with epaulets,
And he was no longer her fiance.
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