Текст песни Вячеслав Ковалев - Поле битвы

It has long been known to people -
There is no smoke without fire.
I will forgive. Another condemn -
Under the gun and the horse.
Will know someone else's tribe
How much is a dashing pound.
Cast hate seed -
Reap a bloody riot.

There, on the battlefield, the crow crowded the beak,
And the sockets of the failures to the sky without pleading.
There, on the battlefield, prayers are not heard,
Snow thawed across the field, black from firing.

Friend, you are surrounded by walls,
And how to lift you from your knees,
Hear familiar laughter again?
But as a sin ...

There, on the battlefield, the son of someone killed
From the shoulder to the heart with a sword cut.
There, on the battlefield, we will all be quits, -
Without guilt, the person guilty of death is exposed.

As heroes catch up,
Clear falcons shoot?
Here is my simple lesson -
Gently pull the trigger.
In war, one law -
Cause damage to the enemy,
Survive - lucky
To all deaths out of spite.

There, on the battlefield, the enemy fled defeated,
And after him - daring lead.
There, on the battlefield, forgotten by all,
A fighter died of blood loss.

Life is a recalcitrant river.
I would drown for sure
Carrying your dreams to the bottom
If not you.

There, on the battlefield, red-washed,
And our enemies and many fell.
There, on the battlefield, prayers did not save,
And the blessing did not help us.