Текст песни Неизвестен - Письма с войны

I remember the field of rye near Vyazma,
Dull brilliance of burnt armor,
I remember the body in the swamp bound
Young birch over him.

Dead looking at the sky staring
Behind the Orlin Flying
On autumn earth dying,
I tremorly tremble.

In the crust of blood forever shaped,
In the gymnaster for mom leaf,
Machine-gun lead Prixpads
Triangle letters to the east.

I remember the blurred oops
On frozen figures, the Earth;
In the face of fallen looking,
Angel from heaven descended sorrow.

Over the killed in the field hear he,
Overgrown their thread
Crying letters home collects
So that wrote back to return.

I remember the scream of the caravaly farewell,
Came from the embroidered -
It's a wedge over Rus
I missed letters from the war.