Текст песни Потаня - Я трону струны осторожно...

Poems: Karasev
Music: Karasev

I carefully throne strings
Old songs polysyllabic.
I throne memory of years of anxiety.
Shut up about it - it is impossible.

I sing about those that ever lived,
Whose blood is flowing in your veins.
To your children served
Those songs that then lay down.

For a long time the dust collapsed body
Armor rugged decayed,
Yet the name of their business and
With ethereal song flew.

Year replaced over the years,
But the song has power over the centuries.
As the reality before his eyes
Things may be one of those days with you.

Though time breast mountain,
century, people will not hide.
Brock catches a glimpse of a coward, and sometimes,
And forever in the memory of the heroes.

The fate of people like the wind twirls.
Acts carefully check:
After all, we live a long time after his death,
At least in the memory of - believe me!

All memory of past centuries
You settle your children
Because who does not remember it -
He is not worthy to live in the world ...