Текст песни Федулов - Т-34

For a long time in my house,
In the father's album
In the photo - tourists in a row ...
Not yet gray
Almost young
But every serious look,
After all, behind the slope,
on gray concrete,
Bird wounded waiting for
On black,
T - 34th
Only teams "Forward!"
On black,
T - 34th
Only teams "Forward!"

But strict hands
Shuddered hatches,
Peace, say around ...
At least to warm up
But how to break
On this flowering meadow,
Where in a twist of each
Lies to my crew,
He is not saved in battle ...
Elephant I am from smoke
And vile mines
Punched by my armor ...

How time was knocked
So I remained
How do tanks go to metal?
Not everyone is clear
That I'm not in vain
Russia dismantled ...
And how many can
Unlikely and difficult
Shouting about war seriously?!
Go past
I'm just a car
Against the background of other people's birches!

I walked from the Urals
Not for a pedestal
I want death in battle!
Where are solid hands?
Let the grandchildren try
For strength my armor!
I am your shells
I will accept as rewards
Do not dare to regret me !!!
I would know - there are power
New Russia:
Fire! Maneuver! Armor!
09.1992