Текст песни Муромская фабрика звезд - Попурри-Военное

How my own mother accompanied me
Then all my relatives came running
Oh where are you boy oh where are you
Would you not go to the soldier Danek
Bowed to all relatives at the doorstep
Do not whine at me for God's sake
Be everyone like you rotozei
What would be left of Moscow from Rossei

Eh road dust that fog
Cold anxiety and steppe weeds
You cannot know your share
Maybe you will fold your wings among the steppes
Dust curls under boots, steppes, fields
And the flames are raging around, and the bullets are whistling
Is it snowing the wind, let's remember friends
We cannot forget these roads

Through rivers, mountains and valleys
Through the blizzard, fire and black smoke
We drove around mines
On the front roads
Eh path front line
Any bombing is not terrible for us
but it's too early for us to die
we still have things to do at home

And calm and joyful in the soul of the fighter
from such a good one from her letter
and the boy beats the hated enemy harder
for the Soviet homeland for the native light

We are friends of migratory birds
Only our life alone is not good
They didn't have time to marry on earth
And you won't find a wife in heaven
Because because we are pilots
Heaven is our sky is our dear home
Airplanes first thing first
Well, girls and girls later

Apple and pear trees were blooming
Mists floated over the river
Came ashore Katyusha
To the high bank to the steep

There is no such place from Moscow to Brest
Wherever we roam in the dust
With a watering can and a notebook, or even with a machine gun
Through fire and cold we passed
We've gotten worse from the winds and the cold
But we will tell those who reproach
Relax with ours, sleep with ours
Fight with ours for at least a year

I drove from Berlin on a straight road
I drove home from the front in passing cars
Drove past Warsaw, drove past Eagle
Where Russian glory passed all the paths
Eh greet and hug
Pour the drunken chaar more fully

Victory Day how far it was from us
As a coal melted in an extinct fire
There were nights burnt in dust
We brought this day as close as we could
This Victory Day is a gunpowder blunder
This holiday with gray hair on the temples
It is joy with tears in my eyes
Victory Day Victory Day Victory Day