Текст песни Хор - Пискарёвские плиты

Under the banners rustle descended
Lying alongside the children and the soldiers
Piskaroyvskoye plates no names,
Piskaroyvskoye plates only dates
Year of forty-one ...
Forty-second year ...
Half of the city lies in the ground moist.

They perished on the battlefield,
War has destroyed their fierce flames.
But everything went undefeated!
And because they are forever with us.
Year of forty-one ...
Forty-second year ...
They left, leaving the living system.

Silent Piskaryovsky hills
The land is covered with golden autumn.
But the cold of the winter prostrelyanny
He lives in the harsh slabs of granite.
Year of forty-one ...
Forty-second year ...
Today - and Tomorrow also battle - the battle.

Lights flashing, the sun altitude,
Floats in the expanses of blue sky,
And on a pink granite slab
Lay the flowers, lay a piece of bread.
Year of forty-one ...
Forty-second year ...
Stores the memory of their city on the Neva.