Текст песни Евдокимов Ярослав - Поле памяти

memory field
Music: Leonid Zakhlevny Words: Uladzimir Nyaklyaeu

About comrades, his comrades sing.
There were comrades who were comrades in battle!
Over the fate of the war, of the country,
Do not go through a war party.
There were comrades! There were comrades!
Under shells near prostrated themselves,
Long remember the sky full of birds.
swan voice
They sailed over the sea of ​​forests,
Voices friends swan!

I am now to the end of the path
Memory field to pass.
The heavens are high above him,
Springs under him deeply,
No end in memory field.

Where those comrades unfading days?
Hey comrades, hey comrades Hey!
There, where the shelves were terrible,
Stars strike sharply on bayonets,
There feather-grass there feather-grass
On the ground are, herbs stele followed.
It's not hard to believe that there are comrades.
Swans flying wedge of all,
Yes feather-grass all the noise
All rustles the grass, everything rustles the grass.

I am now to the end of the path
Memory field to pass.
The heavens are high above him,
Springs under him deeply,
No end in memory field.

The heavens are high above him,
The springs underneath deep
No end in memory field.
No end in memory field.