Текст песни Марш Победителей - Салют Героям

Living memory leads us
In the distant forty-fifth year:
June day and the sky was gloomy ...
On helmets rain and armor,
But Marshal Zhukov on horseback,
The end of the war is the Victory Parade!

The palm froze at the temple ...
Fronts and all arms of the army,
The stars shine on epaulets! ..
And a multiple "Hurray!"
And above the columns soar
The war is past banners!

    And the Winners go,
    Chekanya step in the ranks!
    And the copper pipes sing:
    Salute to the Heroes! Salute to the Heroes!

Every step is paid for by blood -
There was a strong and cruel enemy,
Incomprehensible bitter losses! ..
Both the South and the West fought,
East weapons forged,
Our North has not let pass to the enemy!

Victory is generally proud -
The world was shielded from trouble,
One, the big Soviet country, people!
He who went with us to the sword -
He found his death here,
So it was and always will be!

    From old wounds, under the weight of years,
    The system is decreasing, and many are not,
    The cloudless sky that has got us ...
    They leave after the epoch,
    Leaving us pride and light,
    The immortal light of the holy Victory!

    The world is not free from problems,
    But still it is worth remembering,
    Who wants again in the history of audits,
    As in front of all earthlings
    The Kremlin is thrown to the foot
    The standards of enemy divisions!

        And the Winners go,
        Chekanya step in the ranks!
        And the copper pipes sing:
        Salute to the Heroes! Salute to the Heroes!