Текст песни Торба-на-круче - По Всем Фронтам

On all fronts
No phone calls or letters or telegrams
And no alcohol
No cigarettes
And our hospital is crowded frontline
And there is hope for reinforcements
And the darkness will be forgiven
When your eyes look at me again
On all fronts
And here and there
We retreat but stand all the places
After all, there is no death
let there be light
Life is eternal tragedies there is no death
As there is no hope for reinforcements
And the darkness will be born
When your eyes look at me again
In order not to die stupid
In order not to fall silent
To stay that left us
To a minute past
To love and be loved
In the battle to fight on all fronts
On all fronts