Текст песни Евгений Ильин - Рубежи Петрозаводска

Music author and performer Evgeny Ilyin
Author of words Andrei Vlaskov

Lubricate Petrozavodsk

Steel fragments splashes, tears of pines,
Earth, with moss flying with branches.
Native words that we wear
Through the moans of dying friends.

And every day the same bullets,
And every moment all the old enemies
The dashed line of the thread to us was dragging,
But to retreat could not.

Who is Unnamed Pal, the other was killed by
Forever staying in memory of papers.
Burned lines, but the city is besieged
Dyshal, collecting defenders in a fist.