Текст песни Валентина Толкунова и Сергей Толкунов - Степная горечь

Music author: Leonid Pechnikov
Lyricist: Lev Kropotkin
 
Spring is always right
And the grass lay down again
To the land plowed by battle.
And we would be silent
No offense to notice.
And we would be in the grass
To listen to you.
And we would be silent
No offense to notice.
And we would be in the grass
To listen to you.
 
Here, the flame of war
Burned forever
Guys went under the bullets.
The lot fell to them simple:
In the steppe climb grass
And hug field daisies.
Earth will not let you forget
What in that bitter hour
Whispers of field daisies.
 
Wormwood in your soul
Take a look at the steppe with your eyes
Forgive each other
How many times they forgave me.
Here the winds make us noise
What were the soldiers
Quite different troubles and sorrows.
After all, were the soldiers
Quite different troubles and sorrows.
 
Probably the steppe of law,
That the grass is so bitter
Burnt and ripened again.
No wonder so many years
There is no forgetting war
And the holiday word shines with sadness.
No wonder so many years
The wine of victories is bitter
And the holiday word shines with sadness ...
 
And we would be silent
No offense to notice.
And we would be in the grass
To listen to you.
And we would be silent
No offense to notice.
And we would be in the grass
To listen to you.
 
Year of the first performance by Valentina Tolkunova: 1990

Song performed in a duet with Sergei Tolkunov