Текст песни Духовой оркестр - Вальс

Flashes fire
Sopgia covered fog.
Light Sounds of the Old Waltz
Bayan is quiet.

With music in the way
I remembered the hero-soldier
Dews, birch, blond braids,
Giroba cute look.

Where we are waiting today
In the meadow in the evening hour
With the most stringent voyage
We danced this waltz.

Evening dates timid
Long ago passed and disappeared into darkness ...
Sleep under the moon manchur
In powder smoke.

We saved
The fame of his native land.
In the battles of cruel we are in the east,
Hundreds of roads passed.

But in battle,
In the far stranger,
Recine in bright sorrow
Mother's mother's mother.

Far ah, far
In this moment from the light.
In the night, gloomy from Manchuria
Float to her clouds.

In dark space,
Past night lakes
Lighter than birds, above the border
Above Siberian mountains.

Leaving the edge of sullen
Fly for us in joyful let
All our brightest Duma,
Our love and sadness.

Flashes fire
Sopgia covered fog.
Light Sounds of the Old Waltz
Bayan is quiet.