Текст песни Юлия Началова - Письмо с фронта

Hello dear
I'm under the moat
Only out of battle came out
How can I see our old house in reality
I hear your sweetheart
We are not given a respite of the day
Tomorrow again in battle
Baby native kiss for me
After the victory I will return home ...

And May again drops the petals
And the clouds do not sink in the blue sky
And all fly to us from the front
Triangular stems
Like the birds of memory
My Russia

In the old Bible this letter
Old photo in frame
Grandma silently looks through the window
Wipe off the tear with a dabbling
And holding the triangle in his hand
Will recall the military cold
I love the word on a shabby sheet
All that remains of the husband ...

And May again drops the petals
And the clouds do not sink in the blue sky
And all fly to us from the front
Triangular stems
Like the birds of memory
My Russia
And all fly to us from the front
Triangular stems
Like the birds of memory
My Russia
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And May again drops the petals
And the clouds do not sink in the blue sky
And all fly to us from the front
Triangular stems
Like the birds of memory
My Russia
And all fly to us from the front
Triangular stems
Like the birds of memory
My Russia