Текст песни В бой идут одни старики - Вечерний звон

Evening Bells , curfew !
How many thoughts , he suggests .
About young days in the land of their own ,
Where I loved where his father's house .
And I'm with him , ever simple,
They listened to the sound of the last time !

It is not mature , I light days ,
Spring deceptive mine!
And how many there are now live,
Then cheerful young !
And their strong , grave dream
You can not hear them , curfew !

Lie to me, in the land of the raw !
Chant dull , over me .
In the valley of the wind will spread ,
Another singer, will take place on it .
And it is not I, but he will be ,
Thoughtfully sing curfew !