Lyrics Марк Бернес - Медаль за город Будапешт

Enemies burned native hut
Ruined his family
Where am now going soldier
To carry your sadness
Went soldiers in deep sorrow
At the intersection of two roads
Soldiers found in a wide field
Overgrown grass mound
It is the soldier , and like lumps
Stuck in his throat
said the soldier
Meet Praskovja
Hero of her husband
Prepare for guest refreshments
Lap in the house wide table
Your day one will return your holiday
To you I come to celebrate
No soldier has not responded
No it is not met
And only a warm summer evening
Grass gravestone rocked
Sighed soldiers belt corrected
Opened his bag marching
Put a bottle of bitter
On gray stone coffin
Do not blame me Praskovja
What I have come to you so
I wanted to drink the health of
A must drink for the repose
Converge again friends girlfriend
But we can not come together forever
And the soldiers drank from a copper mug
Wine with grief in half
He drank a soldier servant of the people
And with a heavy heart spoke
I came to you four years
I won three powers
Becoming exhilarated soldiers tear rolled
Tear of Lost Dreams
And on his chest shone
Medal for Budapest
Medal for Budapest