Текст песни Чеботина Людмила - Раны земли

An open field, space and a wide area
Bird songs are clear without words
Only their trill is painful
In memory of the fought battles here
Grasses like swans arched their necks
Wormwood stems are strong
Rashey are overgrown again in spring
The lacerations of the past war

Chorus:
The wounds of the earth are slowly becoming scars
How many of them are everywhere with difficulty overgrowing seams
Children today do not know where the wounds come from
Long pits among mixed grass meadows

The river in the middle of the field like a snake made its way
The waters are clear, transparent to the bottom
How important it is for us not to repeat
Woe earthly dashing war
The wind blows like a stove
The air of honey is oraty and spicy
May the native land not get sick
Let him not know cuts and wounds

Chorus:
The last dugout will disappear in silk herbs
The swamp will become a self-made trench
The land will be noble and eternally comfortable
After all, the grain given to her will not be sold