Lyrics М. Калинкин - Те, кто русский

Those who call the Russian native
Both in weather and in bad weather
We all come from that war
From the fire of her, we all come from

From Brest and Ponyrei
From Elnya and Olkhovatka
Everyone whose genus did not have time to burn
In armored combat formations

There they still lie
On the skyscrapers and in the copses
Continuing its front keep
Our ancestors are steep

Remember him, remember
His young grandfather
All invisible knits a thread
We all come from that Victory

Everyone got equal
Fight and steel with gunpowder
Yes armor with motors
Tigger and Pantheroy
And the first attack
Glory unparalleled
Asterisk plywood
Yes love, yes faith.

Everyone who calls the Russian native
Both in weather and in bad weather
We all come from that war
From the fire of her, we all come from

Let it be always with you
You will be right, or not right
Our pride and our pain
Our fidelity and our glory

Everyone got equal
And his, and the enemy
Yes armor with motors
Tigger and Pantheroy
And the first attack
Glory unparalleled
Asterisk plywood
Yes love, yes faith.