Lyrics Найля Мухамеджанова - Вызываю я их из бессмертия
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Вызываю я их из бессмертия,
Из далекого бытия,
Тех солдат восемнадцатилетия,
Кто погиб, отчизну любя.
Вызываю, чтоб им поклониться,
Благодарность в века передать,
Чтоб имели право гордиться,
Как отчизну свою защищать.
Вызываю их юных, безусых,
С пухловатым и детским лицом,
Взлядом светлым и волосом русым,
На бессмертье одетым венцом.
Вызываю, чтоб им поклониться,
Благодарность в века передать,
Чтоб имели право гордиться,
Как отчизну свою защищать.
Вызываю я их из бессмертия...
Вызываю я их из бессмертия...
С окаемом святым в изголовье,
Восходящим нимбом в зарю,
Всё отдавшие - жизнь и здоровье -
За родную отчизну свою!
Вызываю, чтоб им поклониться,
Благодарность в века передать,
Чтоб имели право гордиться,
Как отчизну свою защищать!
I call them out of immortality,
From a distant being,
Those eighteen-year-old soldiers,
Who died, the homeland loving.
I call out to them to bow,
Gratitude in the century to convey,
To have the right to be proud,
How to defend my native land.
I call them young, beardless,
With a puffy and childish face,
Vzlyadom light and hair blond,
On immortality wearing a crown.
I call out to them to bow,
Gratitude in the century to convey,
To have the right to be proud,
How to defend my native land.
I call them out of immortality ...
I call them out of immortality ...
With the saint's ornaments at the head of the head,
Rising nimbus in the dawn,
All those who gave up - life and health -
For his native land his own!
I call out to them to bow,
Gratitude in the century to convey,
To have the right to be proud,
How to defend my native land!
From a distant being,
Those eighteen-year-old soldiers,
Who died, the homeland loving.
I call out to them to bow,
Gratitude in the century to convey,
To have the right to be proud,
How to defend my native land.
I call them young, beardless,
With a puffy and childish face,
Vzlyadom light and hair blond,
On immortality wearing a crown.
I call out to them to bow,
Gratitude in the century to convey,
To have the right to be proud,
How to defend my native land.
I call them out of immortality ...
I call them out of immortality ...
With the saint's ornaments at the head of the head,
Rising nimbus in the dawn,
All those who gave up - life and health -
For his native land his own!
I call out to them to bow,
Gratitude in the century to convey,
To have the right to be proud,
How to defend my native land!