Текст песни нашёл Дима Черников - на поле танки грахатали

On the field tanks grahatali
The soldiers were in the last fight
A young commander suffered a broken head
According tank vdarila balvanka

Goodbye dear crew
Four corpses near the tank
Fill morning landscape
Machine flame enveloped

Here now explode ammunition
And I want to live as children,
And to get out because there is no urine.
We will draw from the rubble

Raise your hands Karkasy
And zalpybashenyh guns
The last way we spend
And then fly from the telegram

Relatives and friends to notify
What is your son no longer come back and stay preedet
In the corner crying mother old woman with a tear wag old father
The young do not know how the guy was the end

And it will be in the card pylitsa
And napolke yellowed books
Military form at pakonah
And it it is no longer the bride

Write lyrics: Chernikov Dima