Текст песни Svetlana Morenko - Люди я прошу Вас не спешите

Hush, I beg you, do not rush,
Do not scare away a flock of pigeons.
Better to just silently yearn for
At the grave of those who died for the people.
As the particle pinning heart,
In memory of their spring flowers,
It is better to pray, burning pain.
Their throne - beautiful worlds.

Those in favor of that, they zhe-- for the Fatherland,
 During the dream, the hope and the mother.
After all, not everyone, even the spirit strong
Maybe my life down to the bottom to give.
Pray they will forgive mistakes.
On these, in fact, the Earth is held,
And ask God,
So as soon the war ended.

For hand'm, afraid, little son.
Though he would not have to shoot!
- Mom, come on, we'll hide Toptyshka.
Suddenly, she was forced to die!