Текст песни под гитару - Баллада о солдате

Around the open space and bell towers clear ringing
I returned to my native land from foreign sides
And my head dizzy
I will fall to your beloved land.

And there I left, I left forever
Your friends, your family, a soldier's warmth
And how will you give up a hundred of the frontline
Again forward, again pleading, into a difficult battle.

I wanted to leave, I wanted to turn off, but so what
I mastered this craft from a young age
And I will never forget those long years
Smelling like gunpowder, covered in red.

At that birch we said goodbye to you
That sweet dream for a moment presented in spring
And they couldn't get enough of it
We spent these nights and these days.

More than once cut, sewn up in war
I will never forget about you
A wrapped, tear-stained shawl in an overcoat
I will expand and admire everything between the lines.

There will be time and I will find those guys
Who left our landing behind the hills
And the weary soul will find peace
And I will stay forever with my native land.