Lyrics Тимофей Яровиков - Вторый эшелон

Left - did not cry:
  Crying drops on the porch.
  Yes, my eyes did not hide -
  The wind betrayed his face.
  See off did not rush -
  Elms along the roads hold ...
         After look ....
  
  His second echelon
  Goes straight to the fire,
  Leaves, maybe, in vain.

  And you whisper all: save, -
  Not knowing if there will be enough strength
  Cross on the sly.
  Only the wind of the Motherland follows,
  And tears have long gone.
  And the cold, as in November.
  After giving one last bow,
  His second echelon
  Comes to meet the dawn

  It was heard from afar -
  The gate waved behind him,
  Yes, the sky is clear
  Lying a thick sheet of smoke.
  Quietly goodbye
  The bell of the door rang.
  The sky, burn ....

  His second echelon
  Goes straight to the fire,
  Leaves, maybe, in vain.

  And you whisper all: save, -
  Not knowing if there will be enough strength
  Cross on the sly.
  Only the wind of the Motherland follows,
  And tears have long gone.
  And the cold, as in November.
  After giving one last bow,
  His second echelon
  Comes to meet the dawn
  The house looks alarmed:
  He does not believe that he is empty.
  Not covered - abandoned
  She will become weakly bedridden.
  Quietly burn the candle,
  Quietly creaks the door with a draft
  You can not believe ...