Текст песни Неизвестен Минус - Сирень - Марк Тишман

But I was not at war,
Then I had to be born,
But I know that in our family
With the war kept the letter.
Still, probably not married
Then our mother
He wrote his father, a simple soldier,
He wrote his father, a simple soldier,
LOVE words ...

Central Front,
June day,
Washed leaves rustling.
And the smell of young lilacs
Stronger than the old gunpowder.
You're far away, you are not here,
But I am for you again
Sobral vibrant bouquet
Sobral vibrant bouquet
Cool and purple.

The shell casings he stands
In the dugout battalion.
A cold flame is lit,
Like alcohol liter.
Will come tired friends -
They then become lighter.
My love, your lilac,
My love, your lilac
It shines and does not wither.

But I was not at war,
Then I had to be born,
But I know that in our family
With the war kept the letter.
And every year in June day
That memory is near to us,
And my father bear lilac,
And my father bear lilac
As a gift to our mother.