Текст песни Татьяна Тишинская - Солдат.

He returned from the war,

The blond boy,

Life is a lot of it patted,

He returned to the war,

But it is still there -

Only the first life began.

He kept silent

And I smoked in the morning,

And now so rarely smiled,

He returned from the war,

The blond boy,

Well, someone has ever stayed there.

It is his girl,

With so faithfully waiting

He gave his soldier's medallion,

And looking out the window,

As viburnum blooming,

In Moscow on the street Bratsk.

He is in his early twenties

Have an adult at all,

Even the blond curls turning gray,

He is in his early twenties

See enough in time,

How to combat the snow red rough.

He returned from the war,

The blond kid ...

And the works, and there are concerns,

He returned from the war,

But it is still there -

A friend will never return.