Текст песни mr.dream - Жизнь солдата

A real soldier in battle is only a pawn
Someone's brother, husband, for mom-son
There is an order of the commander without restrictions
Remembered the sweat of combat training
Little son in the yard plays ball
Doesn't hear my mother's piercing cry
Sergeant's mark on father's shoulder
And the order of the hero for burns to the face
But you can't understand the years they lived
After all, the past is not recoverable, and those adversities
They tell us about their hard life
Lived not in vain, but that we would be born
And time passes and the heart of the veterans beats
Their faces were named, but still in their souls
The sun is shining like in an open window.
They tell us about their hard life
Lived not in vain, but that we would be born.