Текст песни Ярослав Евдокимов - Поле памяти

About comrades, about comrades sing.
Comrades went, comrades went to battle!
Over the fate of the war over the country
Do not go to war side.
Comrades were coming! Comrades were coming!
Under the shells near prostrate,
Long remembered the sky full of birds.
Swan voices
Floated across the sea beyond the woods
Swan friends voices!

I now until the end of the road
Memory field does not pass.
The skies above him are high
The springs under it are deep,
There is no end to his field of memory.

Where are the comrades of those unfading days?
Hey comrades, hey comrades, Hey!
Where the menacing regiments were going,
The stars chirkali about bayonets,
There grass grass, grass grass there
On the ground go, the grasses creep after.
I can not believe that there are no comrades.
The swan wedge all flies,
Yes grass grass is all noisy
Everything is noisy grass, everything is noisy grass.

I now until the end of the road
Memory field does not pass.
The skies above him are high
The springs under it are deep,
There is no end to his field of memory.

The skies above him are high
Springs under it deep
There is no end to his field of memory.
There is no end to his field of memory.