Текст песни Сурган Валерий - Был он рыжим

He was red like a stew of saffron milk caps Red like oranges in the snow
Mother joked mother was fun I gave birth to a son from the sun
And the other was black and black for her Black as if charred
She laughed at the questions She laughed at the questions
She laughed at the inquiries She said the night was too black
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In the forty-first in the forty memorable year, the loudspeakers shouted trouble
Both sons, both, two salt of the earth Bowed to mom in the belt and left
It happened in battle to smell the young Red-haired fire and black smoke
Evil green of stagnant fields Evil green of stagnant fields
Evil greens of stagnant fields Gray color of frontline hospitals
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Both sons, both, two, two wings Fought until victory mother waited
She did not anger she did not curse fate The funeral went around her hut
Lucky she was lucky suddenly Lucky one in three villages around
Lucky she's lucky she's lucky Lucky she's lucky she's lucky
Lucky she was lucky she was lucky Both sons returned to the village
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Both sons are both flesh and the Golden Orders cannot be counted
Sons sit side by side - shoulder to shoulder Legs are intact hands are intact - what else?
Drinking green wine as usual Both have changed their hair color
Hair has become deadly white Hair has become deadly white
The hair has become deadly white You can see a lot of white paint in the war