Текст песни ВОВ - Ветераны

Words and music: Dmitry Pihurin

I was born in the Great country
Called the Soviet Union,
Won in the Great War.
They are less and less in the ranks.
My grandfather lay down in the forty-third in Orel,
And the other - to Berlin reached.
But for many years in the spring
We go to the parade without it.


Two heroes, two soldiers
From my family guys
Divided by front
But united with war
It is a pity that there is no more with us
Grandfathers on father and mom
You are now in the shelf of the immortal
For the depression standing by the wall


Grandfather you know your awards
We, of course, all saved
Children, too, you need to know
How did you go for their life to die
Opired by eternal fire
Memory bright in my heart.
Those who lay down in 43rd in Orel
And who put the point in the war.