Текст песни Вячеслав Ёжиков старая версия - Георгиевская ленточка

There was no dear person on earth, The empty room is strict and silent,
Dissolving the trace in their objects
Confusion mournful appeal.

From the wall, my grandfather also looks,
Tightened up, smiling in the tunic
This little portrait is crowned
Leaning over him, three icons.

She kept in her heart until the end
The warmth of love is short-lived, these years,
When a shard of stupid lead
They were divided by the time in the forty-third.

Now in me you live together further
From that war saved by the cradle.
Times tied memory milestones
St. George ribbon in April.

On a blue jacket closely to orders,
Rows of medals like shelves on a march
They keep equal years of fire
And glorifying with every step the name of the fallen.

Deprivation of the will of the spirit does not bend,
Pressed the muzzle of soon oblivion,
But in the orders fearlessly lies down the chest,
Himself saving boldly generation.
    
I stand in her doorway, orphaned ...
As a child in the distant childhood, I apologize for everything,
Squatting for a moment,
He bowed his head for our generation.

Now in me you live together further
From that war saved by the cradle.
So that times tied the borders again
St. George ribbon in April.

Words A. Chekanov. Muses A. Chekanov, O. Kanaev