Текст песни Муромская фабрика звезд - Попурри-Военное

As my mother accompanied me
Here and all my relatives came up
Ah where you are a parenchy ah where are you
Would you go danka to soldiers
Bowed the whole relative to the threshold
Do not whine you for me for God
Be such as you are Rotosi
What would be left from Moscow from Rossei

Eh Road Dust That Fog
Hod alarm yes steppe bunign
Know can't the share of your
Maybe the wings will lay down among the steppes
Dust under boots, steppes, fields
And the flame is raging around, and the bullets whistle
Like the snow, remember friends
We can not be forgotten

Through rivers, mountains and valleys
Through the blizzard, fire and black smoke
We led cars, caring mills
On the ways the roads front
Oh path front track
Not scary to us bombing any
And to die to us too
We have more business at home

And calmly and joyfully in the soul at the fighter
from such good from her woofer
and the enemy of the hateful stronger beats the parenchy
For Soviet Motherland for native light

We are friends migratory birds
Only life is not good
On Earth did not have time to marry
And in the sky of my wife you will not find
Because we are pilots
Sky Our sky Our birthday house
First thing first airplanes
Well, a girl and girls then

Flaw apple and pears
Swam fogs over the river
I went ashore Katyusha
On high shore on cool

From Moscow to Brest there is no such place
Where we would not wander in dust
With watering and notepad, and even with a machine gun
Through the fire and stepped we went
From winds and you can sing worse
But we say those who will reproach
With our pox, with our night
Wash our though

I was driving from Berlin on the way straight
On passing cars drove from the front home
I was driving past Warsaw, drove past an eagle
Where Russian glory is all the paths passed
Eh meet yes hug
Chumble in the church full of full

Victory Day as he was from us far
How in the fire campus melted the corner
There were nights burned in dust
This day we got closer to how
This day victory powder slip
This holiday with Sedino at the temples
This is joy with tears in the eyes
Victory Day Victory Day Victory