Текст песни Тюлень - Письмо

Well, hello, mom!
I'm alive. Now in the rear.
I am in the hospital - the little shot.
You are hunting sisters for me and a kiss.
I hope that you have not forgotten me?
Of course, not forgotten! What am I so?
And I live, struggling with a dashing fate!
My friend yesterday with grenades under the tank ...
He saved many, sacrificing himself.
Here many remained forever,
Fought until the last breath.
Their names I carry after a year.
They stay alive in memories.
So sad sometimes and hard.
The soul hurts, and the pain is not easy.
Too much of our weight ...
No one wants to justify the war.
Here, many people have not seen at all,
From school party - and immediately in battle.
War took people to their terrible captivity
And teaches them to shoot them.
Our world is now the war over
She wrapped us with a barbed wire.
Listen! Do you hear this moan?
This land shouts from the pain of zhugay!
That's how my mother! Cold and evil ...
But we will break through! Running the war of the shackle!
And you pray, so that we are lucky.
And happiness the sun will warm us again!