Текст песни Олександр Шевченко - Партизани

Guerrillas
Words: Alexander Shevchenko
Music: Alexander Shevchenko

When was a silence on the ground,
Europe is happy, having freedom,
And for a long time waged heavy fighting
A small army of great people.

They were not welcomed by trumpets and drums,
Have rubbed his eyes sleeves,
There were beardless boys to guerrillas,
To live in my country servant.

And everyone knew that orders will not be
What obelisks not soon put them,
What obol mud and dirt
For thirty pieces of silver to their native brethren.

And everyone heard knocking cars
Because bridges unseen rivers,
Siberian snow trains
Wives, parents and even children.

And everyone saw a burned native hut,
Although the radio end of the war,
And gray soldier with medals,
Intoxicated with blood and wine.

No need to tears, deceived people,
Years passed, and now you see,
That is not true freedom,
If it tanks lead.

Many are now at the heart of stone
Many words high and empty,
No crosses over their bones,
And nowhere we bring flowers.

No crosses over their bones,
And nowhere we bring flowers ...