Текст песни Чеботина Людмила - Раны земли

Clean field, space and expanse
Bird tunes are clear without words
Only their trill responds with pain
The memory here is the sound of fighting
Grasses like swans arched their necks
The stems of fragrant wormwood are strong
Rashi overgrow again in spring
Torn wounds of the past war

Chorus:
Earth's wounds gradually become scars
How many of them are everywhere with difficulty overgrowing seams
Children today don’t know where the wounds are from.
Long pits among grass meadows

A river made its way in the middle of the field with a snake
The waters are clear, transparent to the bottom
How important it is for us not to repeat
Woeful earth dashing war
The wind blows in fright
The air of honey is spicy and spicy
Let the native land not get sick
Let him not know cuts and wounds

Chorus:
The last dugout disappears in silk grasses
Will become a swamp self-trenched by someone
The land will be noble and forever comfortable
After all, it is not the soldier who surrendered it, but the bread-grower