Текст песни Ростислав Чебыкин - Наши дети

Not much happiness
Build with a weak hand.
I'm an old master
And I have to go to rest.
And my only light
Left the case and us,
Now there is no news
They are like that now

Our children, our children, our children,
Our children, our children, our children.

Tell me Maria
Did we drive him?
Slightly scolded,
Well, it happened from what.
For the young, boring and old
Our cozy Nazareth.
Dream of glory to shine
And surprise the whole world

Our children, our children, our children,
Our children, our children, our children.

Let him look
Victories and new roads
Let him not write -
As soon as he was healthy.
The house is completely old
Where two love him.
We believe in the meeting and wait
After all, we value

Our children, our children, our children,
Our children, our children, our children.