Текст песни Юлия Друнина - Баллада о десанте

I want it to be as calm and dry as possible
My story about my peers was ...
Fourteen schoolgirls - singers, talkers -
The rear was thrown into the deep.

When they jumped down from the plane
In the January chilled Crimea,
"Oh, mommy!" - someone exhaled thinly
Into the empty whistling darkness.

For some reason, the white pilot could not
To overcome the consciousness of guilt ...
And three parachutes, and three parachutes
Didn't reveal at all that night ...

The curtain covered the rest of the rain
And for several days in a row
In the troubled wilderness of a hostile forest
They were looking for their squad.

Then it happened to the partisans in different ways:
Sometimes covered in blood and dust
Crawled on swollen knees to attack -
They could not get up from hunger.

And I understand that in these minutes
Could help the partisans
Only the memory of the girls whose parachutes
Didn't reveal at all that night ...

There is no senseless death in the world -
Through the years, through the clouds of trouble
To this day, friends who survived shine
Three quietly burnt stars ...