Текст песни Саня Сим - Ветераны

Veterans

Words: Zinaida Baeva
Music and performance: Sanya Sim

Tired veterans are walking
White whiskey is white
Oh, if the wounds did not hurt,
Yes, there was no longing in my heart!

They carry carnations in their hands,
But their ranks are not so slender
Ah, if there was no Great One,
A monstrous and wicked war!

In harsh front-line campaigns
Didn't know rest and sleep
Oh, if only years of youth
The war did not take away from them! ..

They sacredly believe in Russia,
After all, we went through a difficult path with her.
Oh, if only they could return their losses,
Return lost friends!

Blizzards chilled their souls,
Death stared into the eyes more than once.
Oh, if we could now
Warm them with humanity!

The footprints were healed,
But the pain is visible on their brows.
Ah, if only they hadn't raged again
Adversity in the native land!

They stand by the obelisks
The medals cover the chest.
Bow down to them, people, low,
While they are still living ...