Текст песни военное попурри - Золотой Клуб Музыкантов

Medley

Oh, dear, dust and fog,
 Cold, anxiety, yes steppe weeds.
 You can not know your share,
 Maybe the wings fold in the middle of the steppes.
You can not know your share,
 Maybe the wings fold in the middle of the steppes.
 Winds dust under boots, steppes, fields,
 And around the flames raging, but the bullets whistling.
 
 Oh, dear, dust and fog,
 Cold, anxiety, yes steppe weeds.
 Snow whether the wind, remember, friends,
 We can not forget these roads.

Through the mountains, rivers and valleys,
Through a blizzard, fire and black smoke
We drove cars,
Circling mines
On the paths of the front-line roads.

Chorus:
Oh, the path-front track!
We are not afraid of any bombing,
It's too early to die -
We still have things to do at home.

Dark night only bullets whistling across the steppe.
 Only the wind is buzzing in the wires dull stars twinkle
 In the dark night you love you know not sleep
 And in the crib secretly you wipe away a tear
 How I love the depth of your kind eyes
 How I want to press them to my lips now
 Dark night is shared by us
 And an alarming black steppe lay between us.

In the position of the girl
Accompanied the fighter,
In the dark night I have forgiven
On the steps of the porch.
And while behind the mists
I could see the boy,
On the window on the girlish
Everything was burning light.

There is no such place from Moscow to Brest.
 Wherever we wander in the dust
 With a watering can and a notebook, and even with a machine gun,
 Through the fire and cold we passed.

You are alive or dead, the main thing is that in the room
The material had you pass
And so that between ask
Wicked everything else
And the rest do not care

Without a sip, tovapisch, the song can not brew,
 So go to the friendly table,
 Let's drink to the writers, drink to the shoppers,
 Drink for stepping under fire.

We have become worse from winds and cold;
 But we will tell those who reproach,
 With our rocking, with our pochuyu,
 With our war for at least a year.

Katyusha
Music: M.Blanter Words: M.Isakovsky

Blooming apple and pear,

Fogs floated over the river.

Katyusha went ashore,

On the high bank on the steep.

"Let us bow to those great years" (print)

Do not forget those terrible years
 When the Volga water was boiling
 The earth was drowning in the fury of fire
 And there was no night and no day
 We fought at the Volga shores
 On the Volga were divisions of enemies
 But our great soldier survived
 But the immortal Stalingrad survived
 Bow to those great years
 Those glorious commanders and fighters
 And the country's marshals and private
 Bow and dead and alive
 All topics that can not be forgotten