Текст песни Владимир Трошин - Без вести пропавший

Missing person
Music: N. Theological Goodies: E. Agranovich
It is a pity that the memory - not a book,
Where can I pull out a page or two.
Joy remember and forget the sorrow.
No, forty-one I can not forget.
Company clerk otpishet
The Old Man and the bride,
What captured Brest
I'm missing.
Chorus:
Not had to go to a fair fight.
I - in captivity. I - in a strange land.
I - in captivity. So, not a fighter -
Not dead, but not long.
Under a tattered rag
Blood and dust thickened,
But I do not hear the wound -
So the soul izbolela.
Chorus.
Over the fence of barbed
Machine gun guard.
Do not rush it better
Under the fascist bullets?
Chorus.
We have no machine
Not a bayonet or a grenade,
But the remaining weapons -
Our fraternal friendship.
Let captivity I nibble grass.
Bullshit, Adolf, I still live!
No, my friends, is not the end:
Not dead - therefore - a fighter!