Текст песни Макс Николаев - Солдат

Too young to die
Seventeen years old but you have to go to fight
For the Motherland, for the relatives, for the native land
Saying goodbye hugs is kissing her
She cries softly in her hand a white handkerchief
You write at least a few lines from the front
I will wait for you, come back soon
Who invented wars to leave twice as hard
Mother seeing off at the gate christened on the road
Come back with victory, son, waiting with God
And he left in September forty-two
Protracted battles after training in hell again
They haven't slept for days, haven't eaten for weeks
Freeze dying under the shelling
City after city we will reclaim our native land
We will defeat this evil fascist evil
Not a step back until the last drop of blood
And in the native company there are less and less familiar guys
A letter from home from a loved one in a breast pocket
It probably saves him from bullets
On dark nights in the calm before the fight
He wrote to his mother that he is alive and fighting a hero
That there is little left and soon we will win
And the hour when we take Berlin is not far away
Say hello to dad and my beloved
Kisses mom will soon be peacefully promise
They are again thrown into the very thick of hell
A circular defense surrounded by their squad
Nobody is going to surrender
He's a wounded grenade no cartridges run out
Well guys, let's show you how Siberians die
Attach bayonets to melee
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