Текст песни Владимир Златоустовский - От героев былых времен

(Words by Yevgeny Agranovich, music by Raphael Khozak.)

From the heroes of the old days
Sometimes there are no Names ...
Those who accepted mortal combat
They became just earth, grass ...
Only their formidable Valor
She settled in the Hearts of the Living.
This Eternal Fire, bequeathed to Us alone,
We keep it in our chest.

Look at my fighters -
The whole Light remembers them in person.
Here the battalion froze in the ranks:
I recognize old friends again.
Although they are not twenty-five,
They had to go through a difficult path.
These are the ones who rose in hostility as one,
Those who took Berlin! ..

There is no such family in Russia
Wherever your Hero is not remembered.
And the eyes of young soldiers
They look from the photographs of the withered.
This look is like the High Court
For the guys who are growing now.
And the boys can't help but lie, deceive,
Do not turn off the path ...