Lyrics нашёл Дима Черников - на поле танки грахатали

On the field Tanks grahaataly
Soldiers went to the last fight
And the young commander was carried with a broken head
On the tank gave the ball

Farewell the birthplace crew
Four corpses near the tank
Fill the morning landscape
Machine with flame embrace

Here is the ripple
And you want to live so guys,
And I have no urine to get out.
We will be removed from under the debris

Raise the carcase
And shrugged guns
On the last path carry us
And fly from here telegrams

Native and loved ones
That your son will no longer return and will not overcome
In the corner copies mother old woman with waving a tear old man father
And young will not recognize what guy had an end

And there will be a card in the dust
And filling yellowed books
Military uniform with pacons
And he is no longer a groom

Wrote the text: Chernikov Dima