Текст песни Валентина Дворянинова - Песня о моём отце

I do not know where you buried
From a favorite home away.
Above thee branches of birch is not tilted,
There bitter herbs sprouted.
That victory was forty-five
We are all waiting for you on the porch.
If you have served with him, the soldiers -
About my father tell me!

Was he, like me, gray-eyed?
I do not know anything about him.
I did not see his father, never,
I do not know his portraits ...
Like a wound, burning sunsets,
He went ahead in the fire and lead.
If you fought with him, the soldiers -
About my father tell me!

Nameless soldier's glory.
But I believe in your father.
And it seems to me - whispering trees and grass
High his name ...
Let a little light he lived -
I know he was honest to the end.
On the father I want to be like,
I want to be worthy of his father!
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Lyrics: Lev Kuklin.
Music: Vladimir Pshenichnikova.