Текст песни Їжаки - Лист додому

Bullets whistling over his head
And I'm in the trenches, thinking of you
I write the words that are said
What we need to win badly
Brescia radio, TV
Dismantled as though their interpretation
Where Judas, and where the hero
Not even rozbyrem with You
Mom .............

Blank was in the cities
Where mayoriye enemy flag
Who is my enemy and who is my brother
Again, Mom, flying projectile
A candle shines, burns
The darkness we are not afraid
Again snizhyt, well, let
I still write, you just wait
        Chorus
Mom, there is life in a hail
Between the brilliant green and principles
There are a who's become a ghost
Well, I, Mom, even the clouds

There are those who become ghost
But I, mother, already above the clouds