Lyrics Анастасия Книга - Баллада о красках

He was a red, like from the Ruga Ruga,
Ginger, as if oranges in the snow.
Mother joking, mother was fun:
"I gave birth to Sun from the sun."
And the other was black and black.
Black, as if burnt smt.
Laughing over the spreads
He said: "Too night was black! .."

In forty-first, in forty memo
I shock the reproductors of trouble.
Both Sons, both two, salt of the earth -
My mother was bowed into the belt and left ...
I walked in battle to my young
Redhead Fire and Black Smoke,
The evil greens of stagnant fields,
Gray color of front-line hospitals.

Both Sons, both two, two wings -
Fought to victory, mother waited.
It was not angry, she did not swear fate.
The funeral went around her hut.
Lucky her, happiness suddenly rushed
Lucky one on three villages around.
Lucky! Lucky! Lucky.
Both sons have grown into the village.

Both sons, both two, flesh and become, -
Golden orders do not count.
Sons are sitting in a row, to the shoulder shoulder.
Hands are well, feet are intact - what else?
Drink green wine, as he was born,
Both has changed hair color:
Steel with fatal white hair,
Seen, a lot of white paint at the war ...