Текст песни Владимир Скобцов - Блокадная

Could it be any different?
Who would think could once?
Came the boys out of the house,
Gone are the boys into the army.

And with the girls goodbye,
Let them at morgues are not looking,
And his teeth into the ground clutching
For the native ashes.

Step out of boys in men
Ordered: "Prepare for battle!"
The long rows of clouds
Short Story with fate.

Crawl up to on the porch,
Who puts candles in the sky.
would otmolit them otplakat.
Tears cry. There is nothing.

More would like to be,
If we are still intact,
Fun thunder peal,
Plagiarism shelling.

If it will be. I dont know.
Make-it is too late.
Outside the window is already shooting
The drones and the stars.