Текст песни romanovskaya - о дедушке

Somehow in search of me the desired reference
Caught in the hands of the yellowed document.
On which, with difficulty writing the letter,
The text of the military years was viewed.
Tanker, Guards Storn,
He passed the war from the very beginning.
What kind of labor is war! -
He defended his native land from the enemy!
What fell to the share of the elder?
What will delivering?
Nevzpectors, soot, lack of sleep ...
To smash the enemy soon dreamed of him.
Near the box medals,
Beautiful guards sign
On old tapes - Medals "For the courage"
And for the battle, for the city of Stalingrad.
Victory Day met
Healing wounds.
He returned home
And lived very little.
I saw my native don again
Lilac odes inhaling.
Wife, three kids seemed.
From his illness, it was not ...
What did the foreman think
Dye dying on mortal?
With a dream looked at sons,
That life gave his wife, kids defending.
I put flowers on the grave,
Where the modest monument is not new
Photo and signature:
"Peter Stefanovich Ivanov"
You inscribed your last name
In the chronicle of the World War,
Where Soviet soldiers are
They proved that the courage and courage are strong.
I look at the monument: I am proud and saying:
- Thank my grandfather!
For the tart feat
Low my bow!
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2012