Текст песни Владимир Златоустовский - Песня из кф Офицеры

From the heroes of the old days

Sometimes there are no names left.

Those who accepted mortal combat

They became just earth, grass.

Only their formidable valor,

She settled in the hearts of the living.

This eternal flame.

Bequeathed to us by one

We keep it in our chest.

Look at my fighters

The whole world remembers them in person.

Here the battalion froze in formation,

I recognize old friends again.

Though they are not twenty five

They had to go through a difficult path.

These are the ones who are hostile

Rose as one

Those who took Berlin.

There is no such family in Russia

Where would not be remembered was his hero.

And the eyes of young soldiers

They look from the photographs of the withered.

This look is like the highest court

For the guys who are growing now.

And the boys are not allowed

Do not lie, do not deceive

Do not turn off the path.