Текст песни Дмитрий Сергеевич Гавриленко - Прохоровка

The field tanks are stitched
And the shells are gag.
It was hard, but they were self -made,
We defended our border completely.
This is also it, the Fatherland,
Spread out in dust.
Between morning and smoky evening
The battlefield is a piece of land.
The combat order is mixed,
At a short distance battle.
Prokhorovka is curtained
Rage with a veil.
The tower shifted shots,
Caterpillars - to the sides.
The roar hung frantic,
They tried very hard for the vogues.
Hundreds of tanks, volleys - thousands,
Mortars, guns ...
Heroism fabulous is highlighted
To the core essence.
The field tanks are stitched
And the shells are gag.
It was hard, but they were self -made,
We defended our border completely!