Текст песни Александр Малинин - Борт 115

Do you hear in the yard?
The children tweet,
All would be well,
Yes, a foreign language,
And in the morning heart,
How the mine is ticking -
With the first foliage
Yes tomorrow in the first battle ...

Eh, mommy's dreaming,
Asks us to pray,
And in the hands of batina medal,
From the tears wet sash ...
The night is a black bird,
Before the fight can not sleep,
It remains to pray,
Sorry, goodbye...

And in the morning the earth
Like crying,
Yes, with her tear, -
Morning dew,
With smoke smoke,
Oh, the battle is military,
One hundred and fifteen -
Their callsign ...

Young and zealous,
Oh, fate drove,
On that spring day,
In the encirclement of the battle,
Let throughout Russia
The bells ring,
One hundred and fifteen -
Their callsign ...

Eh, mommy's dreaming,
Asks us to pray,
And in the hands of batina medal,
From the tears wet sash ...
The night is a black bird,
Before the fight can not sleep,
It remains to pray,
Sorry, goodbye...

Remember, in the cake
Mother put on candles,
On the day of birth
There were seventeen of them,
And now to them one by one
The country delivered ...
Crew
Board One Hundred Fifteen ...

Eh, mommy's dreaming,
Asks us to pray,
And in the hands of batina medal,
From the tears wet sash ...
The night is a black bird,
Before the fight can not sleep,
It remains to pray,
Sorry, goodbye...