Текст песни Дина Гарипова и Военный хор - Прощание Славянки

There comes a moment of farewell,
You look me in the eyes of anxious,
And I catch a breath of native,
And in the distance is already breathing storm.

Shuddered the air foggy and blue,
And anxiety touched his temples,
And calls us to exploit Russia,
Wind blows on the pitch regiments.

Farewell to the fold edge
You have remember,
Farewell, dear eyes,
Not all of us will come back.

Farewell to the fold edge
You have remember,
Farewell, dear eyes,
Not all of us will come back.

The march did not cease on the platforms,
When the enemy eclipsed the horizon.
With him our fathers smoky carriages
Trains were taken away to the front.
He took us seventeenth Winter,
The forty-five walked to Berlin,
Rises with him into battle all Russia
On the roads of the difficult Godin.

And if hiking
The country will call
Over the edge of our own
We all go to the holy battle!

And if hiking
The country will call
Over the edge of our own
We all go to the holy battle!

The holy battle !!!

Noisy in the grain fields.
Chagall is my Motherland
To the heights of happiness,
Through all the bad weather -
Dear peace and work.

To the heights of happiness,
Through all the bad weather -
Dear peace and work.

*****

And if hiking
The country will call
Over the edge of our own
We all go to the holy battle!

The holy battle !!!