Текст песни Татар - Солдатский сон

I dreamed of a curious road
I knew it's a dream, but I was glad.
And the alcohol soul was alarming.
When will our parade be hiking.
Parade in the edge where the stone is not thrown,
For a tailed piece do not sell,
Where just no one dies
Where do you know that your own will not kill.

But waking up saw only cold
Black of black was Luganndon region,
There is no parade, and the path is still our nodogue,
And the enemy mortar screams "Get up"!
Somewhere far away I hear the voice of the commander,
And we are ready to accomplish a deadly volley,
Shield I moment to the explosion,
And there will be a disgraceful shell nearby.

Fragments flew into the unknown
Until the evening, it was all day all day.
And by night serenity occurred,
And the same sleep fell.
About that road i would drive
About those edges in which I would live
About what I have not noticed before
And what I have never treated before.