Текст песни Владимир Воронов - Уходил На Войну Солдат

Warning soldiers
Hugged a firmly mother, father,
And the sister was joking: "became an adult brother",
There was no face on the wrong ...
And burned candle on the big table,
So that he came home.
But did not know the parenchy in eighteen
What will face a big misfortune.
But did not know the parenchy in eighteen
What will face a big misfortune.

He stepped for his native threshold,
Drinking silently a glass of wine.
All of the thousands of dirty, other people's roads
Through the heart passed one
And met Chechnya from lead rain
And blizzards knocked off
Yes, the soldier was stored: "We are waiting.
Come back soon, son! "
Yes, the soldier was stored: "We are waiting.
Come back soon, son! "

How long the snow was spinning,
Having giving a black wine!
I was glad alarming far in a dream,
Opened in the room window.
Suddenly the South Wind Fire Candle Fire,
And frozen on the palms wax.
They said, sighing hard, doctors:
"A bold guy Soldier Ros ..."
They said, sighing hard, doctors:
"A bold guy Soldier Ros ..."

White light became blackened
After bitter, cold words,
Where the fate of the boy lost the trail
Near the gray silent crosses.
An old woman exhausted from losses
Mother in the crowd looking for son look
Yes everything looks with longing to the entrance door,
How the soldiers went to war.
Yes everything looks with longing to the entrance door,
How the soldiers went to war.

An old woman exhausted from losses
Mother in the crowd looking for son look
Yes everything looks with longing to the entrance door,
How the soldiers went to war.
Yes everything looks with longing to the entrance door,
How the soldiers went to war.
How to go to war soldiers ...