Текст песни Попури - вов

Through mountains, rivers and valleys
Through the blizzard, fire and black smoke
We were driving cars
Avoiding mines
On the front-line roads.
Eh, front-line path!
Any bombing is not terrible for us,
It's too early for us to die -
We still have things to do at home.
2
A little blue, modest handkerchief,
He fell from his shoulders down.
You said you won't forget
Tender and affectionate meetings.
Sometimes at night we met you.
White nights, Blue handkerchief
Dear, welcome, dear !!!
White nights, Blue handkerchief
Dear, welcome, dear !!!
The winter cold is over
The distance is blue clear.
Warm heart, believe in summer
Spring caresses with the sun!
And again (and again), in the spring (in the spring)
Under a shady green pine tree
A blue handkerchief will flicker in the middle of the night
Dear, welcome, dear !!!
A blue handkerchief will flicker in the middle of the night
Dear, welcome, dear !!!
3
We are friends of migratory birds
Only our life alone is not good
On earth did not have time to marry
And you won't find a wife in heaven
Because we are pilots
Heaven is our sky is our dear home
Airplanes first thing first
Well, girls and girls then
Airplanes first thing first
Well, girls and girls then
4
The whole front is red with fire again
Anti-aircraft guns beat three nights, three days
And in a tunic, in the picture
You hug me ...
Ah, these clouds in blue
Remind the sea
Remind of an old house
Where seagulls circle, outside the window
Where are you and me, we are dancing the waltz
Where are you and me, we are dancing the waltz
Where are you and me, we are dancing the waltz in minor key
five
Sometime in the summer at dawn
Looked into the neighboring garden
There is a dark-skinned Moldavian woman
Collects grapes.
I blush, I turn pale
I suddenly wanted to say -
Let's stand over the river
To meet summer dawns.
Curly green maple, carved leaf,
I'm in love and embarrassed before you
Green maple and curly maple,
Yes curly carved.
And the dark-skinned Moldavian
Answered the guy in tune -
Partisan Moldavian
We are assembling a detachment.
Today the partisans are early
They left home,
The road is waiting for you
To the partisans in the dense forest.
Curly maple, green maple, carved leaf,
I'm in love and embarrassed before you.
Maple green and curly maple,
Yes curly carved.
6
The grove under the mountain was smoking
And the sunset was burning with her
There were only two of us left
Out of eighteen guys.
How many of them, good friends
Left to lie in the dark
Near an unfamiliar village
At a nameless height
7
Sometimes there are no names left from the heroes of the past.
Those who accepted mortal combat became mere earth and grass.
Only their formidable valor has settled in the hearts of the living.
This eternal flame is bequeathed to us by one. We keep it in our chest.
8
Victory Day, how far it was from us,
Like a coal melted in an extinct fire.
There were miles, burnt, in the dust, -
We brought this day closer as we could.
Chorus:
This Victory Day smelled of gunpowder,
This is a holiday With gray hair on the temples.
This is joy With tears in my eyes.
Victory Day! Victory Day! Victory Day!