Текст песни Сергей Маврин - Воины

The dying sunset in a wild pitch,
We fly into the night swarms of crows!
Tore the dead foxes and wolves,
Revelation life buries the war.

He used to rise from the ground,
Yes wash with dew,
Without touching the grass,
Yes to fly home.

Good cross in Russia all the soldiers,
Oh, they would not live to grieve.
But gone down the path untrodden,
Oh yes it would only be as free.
That's not the slaves - the grandchildren of God,
The light illuminates their sword and shield.
Beat to death not for glory,
And for the truth and for the honor.

Burnt dawn in a wild pitch,
I fly around the world gossip!
Lay down a song about the fate and on the share,
Revelation life exalt war ...

From what bitter wormwood herb?
From what looks like a tear of dew?
Know the sky so the land of cheese.

Summer and centuries will be a fairy tale true story,
Summer and spreads century feather,
In the wild prairie wind and dust ...