Lyrics Песня ко дню победы - Коль взлететь высоко-высоко

Kohl fly high - high,
Above the pipes, above the roofs, above the towers,
Above the winds, flying easily,
And bravura, and funeral marches ...

If higher than all thoughts fly up,
Where only the crow's memory is twisted,
And there, at forty,
From this vysi to back turn ...

And see that every trench
Forty-first, terrible summer,
These tanks, going to the forehead,
But there are no shells to the gun ...

Eyes eyes of the garrets of native habitation
And he looks, as through muddy water,
Tukhachevsky from nothingness
That thirty damned year ...

And soldiers leave in the dust,
To fill at the front
Those gaps that have occurred
Not for them, for the soldiers of this will ...

And all the logic of the German spite,
Beats the "tar", surrounded, out of delirium,
Recovering both time and platoon,
And the General Staff, and Moscow, and Victory ...

So that with our heights with you
To be a gunner in a tank,
What's behind Prokhorovka
From the deadly German blob.

And, by throwing fire on the ground
Under the arrow, a glazed look,
Charge, charge, charge,
While there will be in the packing of shells ...

To see, a piece of grasp,
As your quilted jacket becomes red,
But this war all pass
And in this war, still survive ...

Under the parade in Moscow, the celebration
To the heart in excitement was beating ...
What is this for? For what?
Why did this happen to us?

Kohl fly high - high,
Above the pipes, above the roofs, above the towers,
Above the winds, flying easily,
And bravura, and funeral marches ...

If higher than all thoughts fly up ...