Текст песни Леонид Федоров - Горе выпил до дна, Завтра будет война

Woe drank to the bottom,
Tomorrow will be a war ,
Otpevaya spring
Son went to war.
Night over us like tea,
Seagull in the sky sorrow ,
You did not answer ...

Star with a thousand stings
Tenaciously held in his paws ,
Death circling over the field ,
My son is next .
Night over him - like a river,
Seagull in the sky longing ,
Wait until ...

Suddenly the music thunders
Saber of granite,
All open the door
And we drive to Tver.
Not to Tver, but just in Salo
Infested tree.
All hidden malice sting
One bee flies ...

another moth
Above the tree stalk
A third fireside
Fourth crayon
A fifth climbs a candle
Screams and I and I growl ,
Screams and I growl ...