Текст песни Бабкины внуки - Павшим

The pain of loss and grief - is voyna-
The night of anguish, a mother of trouble and sorrow.
And the price for it - just one life
How many are prematurely fallen warriors ...

Do not wait for the sons of them, do not dry the tears
Mothers so early graying.
Their boys like leaves, like leaves from birch trees
Fallen down foliage leafless ...

How many of you did not come home,
How ever deserted huts.
Thank you to the eternal and everlasting peace,
To us - the memory orphaned!

Do not wait for the sons of them, do not dry the tears
Mothers so early graying.
Their boys like leaves, like leaves from birch trees
Fallen down foliage leafless ...

I'll take my little son, all places with it the union.
Bowed to all those who have not.
Those who gave life for the holy victory!
In memory of those heroic years!

Do not wait for the sons of them, do not dry the tears
Mothers so early graying.
Their boys like leaves, like leaves from birch trees
Fallen down foliage leafless ...