Текст песни Владимир Прошко - Медали

MEDALS

Mus. V.Proshko
Sl. V.Manuhin
 
My father fought
The alterations visited,
Where often friends died.
He left at seventeen, took half of Europe
And I had medals of merit.

Returned home that springtime,
When the color of apple recruited.
Tunic was replaced by a civilian jacket
And I hid away the medals.

Life rolled a track of their stubborn
And in the family for children to play,
Yes, less often, on holidays, wear longer
On the jacket frontline medal.

He often all night from the pain did not sleep.
His old wounds tormented.
And the telltale groan he calmed himself,
Up for crunch squeezing medals.

When the heart suddenly sank wearily thud,
The path of the last to see him off.
The ringing of church sad Colo Colo-stakes
Supported almost wincing medals.

Glory to our fathers fade century
As if they were not erased the memory.
And flowers decorate the graves of the soldiers,
As combat uniform medals.

written 24 April 2016