Текст песни Иван Стариков - Кровавые маки

I'm sticky that fear of the heart is not taken out
I do not forgive me, I once forgotten
As a German bayonet interrupted the mother's umbilical
Son in granite turning

They were like me .. and many even
With the taste of honey of milk breast
Whether the Lord knew that one would have once
They have a step of leaning in graves

What will take the earth, they absorb them like drops
Rains over the desert that shawl grass
Hearts will germinate like bloody poppies
Will not look with reproach, go down the chapter

In the string in the ranks, spreading proudly
In the detachments of soldiers stand poplar
And the reminder is again flourished
Flash memory, poppies field

I will not be eternal home from my heart
Grandchildren and great-grandchildren
Let them award a minute of silence
Bloody poppies, having met fields