Lyrics Александра Головченко - Мамаев Курган

Mamaev kurgan

Grandfather told me how in the morning in the morning
Birds chirping about victory in that war
The ray of the sun was reflected in a light drop of dew
And in granite plates the sky is reflected

Silence is everywhere on Mamaev Kurgan
Even the wind enjoys silence
And the memory of gold on the plates wrote
There are few of them in that battle

The ray of the sun was reflected in a clean drop of tears
The morning festive, ringing
You are coming to bow in Volgograd people everything
Veterans on the parade Tom are found