Текст песни Танкисты - По Полю Танки Грохотали

On the field tanks rumbled,
The soldiers were in the last fight,
And the young commander
Bear with a broken head.

Motors flame embraced
And the tower lick languages.
I accept the challenge of destiny
A simple handshake.

We derive from the wreckage,
Raise your hands on the frame,
And volleys tower guns
In the last journey takes us,

And fly there Telegram
Relatives of lime,
That their son is no longer return
And do not come to visit

In a corner to cry mother-old woman,
Tear hand whisk father,
And darling do not know
What tankman was the end.

And it will gather dust Card
Over a stack of yellowed books
In tankistskoy form, uniform,
But he was no longer her fiance ...

Motors flame embraced
That's explode the ammunition
And I want to live as children
And to get out so no urine
And I want to live as children
In its incomplete 20 years