Текст песни Микаэл Таривердиев - Гренада

We rode, we raced in battles,
   And & quot; Little Apple & quot; the song was held in the teeth.
   And this song still keeps
   The grass is young, malachite steppe.
    
   But another song about the distant land
   My friend drove with him in the saddle.
   He sang, looking around his homeland:
   Grenada, Grenada, my Grenada.
    
   
   We rushed, dreaming to comprehend quickly
   Battle Grammar, Battery Language
   Sunrise rose and fell again
   And the horse is tired of jumping steppes.

   But & quot; Little Apple & quot; the song was played by a squadron
   Bows of suffering on the violins of time.
   Where, buddy, is your song
   Grenada, Grenada, Grenada is mine?
    
   Punched body slid to the ground.
   Comrade left the saddle for the first time
   I saw the moon bending over the corpse
   And the dead lips whispered "Grena ...
    
   Yes, far away, sky-high reach
   My buddy left and took the song
   Since then, have not heard their homeland
   Grenada, Grenada, my Grenada.
    
   The squad did not notice the loss of a fighter,
   And the apple song has finished to the end,
   Only across the sky quietly slid down
   On a velvet of a sunset a teardrop of rain.
    
   New songs come up with life,
   No need guys to beat the song.
   No need, no need, no need, friends.
   Grenada, Grenada, my Grenada.