Текст песни Кобзон - Весна 45-го года

The earth turned to meet the spring,
Good weather today.
This is sometimes remembered me
Spring is the forty-fifth year.
Years pass, but do not fade away
And grief, and feat of the people.
We are a difficult road to victory came
In the spring of the forty-fifth year.

And if you are young and later born,
Take the relay from the turn
Victory salute and the first rain
In the spring of the forty-fifth year.
Scary for enemies and bright for friends
Our working breed.
There is in every victory of yours and mine
Spring is the forty-fifth year.

Let it be rocketed upward,
In the transparent height of the sky
For all generations, for all time
Spring of the forty-fifth year!