Текст песни И.Истомин - Наследники победителей

Babies winners

Fathers come alive from the front
In a country shattered by war.
Nedolyubili once
Love looked ethereal.
A mother after days of bad weather
Suddenly all became at once more beautiful!
Came love - happiness and light
They become your cute children's laughter.

Etc. You are the children of the post-war
Let bitter, but happy days.
As a continuation of the victorious
Their fathers and mothers.
And as difficult as had happened,
My father's not forget the covenant
The country once again made power
The heirs of the saints of victories!

Let your childhood was difficult
In a country devastated by war.
But your enthusiasm and the voice of the young
Conducted even adults behind him.
Bonfire night - like a fairy tale,
And red tie on his chest,
And Komsomol leaven
And the young Lenin in front!

Russia, becoming a power,
In your hands rose.
Her you have raised to the glory
In severe labor battles.
And though not all easy to work out,
You help us in the hour of need!
That all, as expected, turned out,
We will be equal to you!

I.Istomin

04.2016.