Текст песни Ярослав Смеляков - Командармы гражданской войны

I am the Red Army of Commander,
Moltmates and pale
Although when you are familiar,
And not quite from the side.

I did not know them and do not know
So, as it should be, full.
But, as if the song, I remember
those onset names.

In the looping sleepers combat
For legendary affairs.
According to these strips, all Russia,
As a train, slowly passed.

Already long sword helmets
Chishaki is smoldering in museums.
As forgotten poems,
Honorary blades are silent.

As if reflections on copper,
when I sit on books,
In the silence of big encyclopedia
I find your faces.