Текст песни Lyra - Летопись

Music - Kuznetsov
Words - V. Pogodkin / Voronina Svetlana

Tales of old age come alive
And in my heart I leave traces
Battle rattle cruel, I know,
Who lives folded in cold water

Our brave warriors
Next they left in history
And tales of days gone by
For centuries, it is burning in the hearts of their children

And the fallen soldiers
It will take a back
Annals of the wise, that could be remembered
Their days and glory, and a kind word
Feat of arms of our land

Battle melts in the fire candles
Ancestors shadows disappear in the foggy night
I Page Close
But I hear chainmail rings ring
Again ring chainmail rings!

Our brave warriors
Next they left in history
And tales of past days
For centuries, burning in the hearts of their children

On the pages of burning books
Bonfires immortality brave
The songs come alive, among them legends
And call me a long way!