Текст песни Ольга Кормухина - От героев былых времён

From the heroes of the old days
There are no sometimes names,
Those who took the death fight
Steel just the ground grass,
Only terrible valor of them,
Settled in the hearts of the living,
This eternal flame
We are given one
We are in the chest stored.

Look at my fighters,
The whole light remembers them in the face,
Here the battalion is frozen,
Again old friends find out
Although they have no twenty five,
Difficult way they had to go through
These are those who are in bayonets
Rose as one
Those who took Berlin.

There is no family in Russia,
Where b nor remembered his hero
And the eyes of young soldiers,
With photos of faded, look,
This look, like the highest court,
For the guys, now grow,
And boys can not
Neither tolerate nor fool
And from the way to turn.