Текст песни Иосиф Кобзон - Близкая победа

Already accustomed to the warmth of the young shoots,
Assertive spring water filled trench,
But the smell of victory, breathing close victory
We dizzy stronger than the breath of spring.

Trembling in the palm of a cheerful sun shard
Midnight Star glow over our destiny,
I do not know exactly when, but I feel soon
There would be our tanks at the last, decisive battle.

And there will be cars roaring muddy road,
And there are the shells pounding the hot armor,
And some of us in the final list of victims
Suddenly, it will be the last died in this war.

We walked to our victory on the dales and villages,
And tomorrow we 's get it in the last battle,
And we dokrichim, dohripim, Ad dition to this song,
Fatigue song, winning his song.
And we dokrichim, dohripim, Ad dition to this song,
Fatigue song, winning his song.