Текст песни Дина Гарипова - Прощание славянки

There comes a minute of farewell
You look at me anxious eyes
And I catch my own breath,
And in the distance a thunderstorm is already breathing.

The misty and blue air trembled,
And anxiety touched the temples,
And Russia is calling for a feat,
Blowing wind from the step regiments.

Chorus:
Goodbye, Fatherland,
You remember us
Goodbye, cute look,
Not all of us will come back.

Goodbye, Fatherland,
You remember us
Goodbye, cute look,
Not all of us will come back.

This march did not stop on the platforms,
When the enemy blocked the horizon.
With him our fathers in smoky cars
Trains were taken to the front.

He took Winter with us in the seventeenth,
In forty-fifth walked to Berlin.
All Russia rose with it in fight
On the roads of hard times.

Chorus:
And if hiking
The country will call,
For the edge of our native
We all go to the holy battle!

And if hiking
The country will call,
For the edge of our native
We all go to the holy battle!

Rustling in the fields of bread
My Fatherland Strides
To the heights of happiness,
Through all the bad weather
Dear peace and labor.

To the heights of happiness,
Through all the bad weather
Dear peace and labor.

Chorus:
And if hiking
The country will call,
For the edge of our native
We all go to the holy battle!
Holy battle!