Текст песни Владимир Трошин - Увидеть отчий дом не скоро нам дано

00:37)
Seeing his father's house
Not soon given to us,
Not the time you and I
On the rest.
Calls hiking tube
It did not finish the fight,
But it is visible in the distance
The victory of our land.

 Chorus: (1:05)
 My black horse
 Yes, the wind of the steppe,
 Robust blade
 And crossed the road.

(1:25)
A simple soldier, earth,
What we are treading the field,
What turns on stubble
Crows.
It is not our fault that,
Do not we need a war,
Let's go through the battles,
Heal your wounds.

 Chorus: (1:53)
 My black horse;
 Returning home
 Grain of a handful
 The world we say: "Forgive me!"

(2:13)
My comrades,
Not end the fighting,
Waiting for new ways
Ahead.
Back there is no way,
Behind us a light,
Motherland,
We are your sons.

 Chorus: (2:41)
 My black horse;
 Bend me,
 Kohl in mortal combat
 Naidu his death.

(3:01)
Seeing his father's house
Long time we have been given
Not the time you and I
On the rest.
Calls hiking tube
It did not finish the fight,
But it is visible in the distance
The victory of our land.

 Chorus: 2x (3:29)
 My black horse
 Yes, the wind of the steppe,
 Robust blade
 And crossed the road.