Текст песни Горбачёв Валерий - До первого убитого

I have experienced more than once the fate of their own,
To know in the end, why I'm standing,
But first baptism in combat
Assigned to each destiny.

Deceptively calm at the front,
And now booming command & quot; to Rumble! & Quot;
Before the first war killed
We think the play of boyish.

Before the first did not know who was killed,
What will be my advanced.
How would you not persuaded war at times,
And the root of it does not change his.

When you see everything, then you will understand,
As the wisdom of going into wrinkles,
And the eyes carefully prochtёsh,
Who are the boys can become a man.

Only a fool is not afraid to die,
He did it does not lose.
I'm afraid of losing life, homeland and mother,
But for them the trench cross.

I do not believe talkative brave.
Everything said by them - is nonsense.
Only one hero, tell you the truth,
Who despises his own cowardice.

And if the women, noticing tell us
What we came back completely different,
In my heart I am thankful, man.
Thank them for something that is not forgotten.

Before the first war killed
We think the play of boyish.
While you will enter the silence
The death toll after the battle.