Текст песни Игорь Растеряев - Волгоград

Summer is running out, the sun is burning hot
Only here the heat does not need to scare us.
We have seen temperatures higher -
We're kids out of Volgograd.
Famously accelerated from a hill of habit
I enter the farm Subbotin again
I see a sign on the fence
Streets of the Hero of Jura Prishepny.

Yurka is my age, we are one of those boys
What in the Soviet gardens after the casserole
Tightening shorts after reading books
Ballpoint pen painted tanks.
It was all beautiful, everyone sang about the world
Olympic bear flew where
And no one really knew what
This year new soldiers were born.

This year were born those who later
In the mountain gorges were driven march
To meet with those who are darker,
A little bit broder and slightly older.
Those who paid for someone else's meanness
I went under the bullets right, do not slouch
Turning into tears, turning into pride,
In the blue signs of the village streets.

Time pain does not heal, but humbles it
There will always be a thought to disturb me -
Here are the years — not me,
It's just Yuri every day younger.
But it's time to come - I believe without thinking,
And in a huge chronology book
80th year will be bookmarked
Blue signs - the symbol of generation

Shout the plates to us in plain text.
"We must live with dignity! Must not live! & Quot;
All that was Yuri, all that was childhood -
from that moment it immediately became the past ...