Текст песни Валерий Яценко - ПОСЛЕДНЯЯ ОСЕНЬ

Author - Yuri Borisov

I will write an hour after the fight -
And now I can not ask.
Squadors hurry and go away
Gearing the Dead on Ryne

We do not ask God for God to have mercy
Only dust and hooves, and a bullet is in line.
And crosses embroiders last autumn
According to the exterior gold of our pursuit.

I will write an hour after death -
And now do not cry no
Funeral Surgucha on envelope
On my knees

We are missing in the rank of eight
And without the dead in the attack, the squadron went ...
And crosses embroiders last autumn
According to the exterior gold of our pursuit.

And from the pain of the soul sealer to get drunk.
Shrine, and conscience, and honor.
Gentlemen officers, unless we can come up
So far there is a homeland, and we still have.

We do not ask the Lord God forgiveness.
Damn and the devil do not know where our garrison.
And crosses embroiders last autumn
According to the exterior gold of our pursuit.