Lyrics Военные песни - Баллада о красках

He was a redhead , both from the saffron milk stew
Red like oranges in the snow
Mother joked mother was cheerful :
& quot; I gave birth to a son of the sun & quot;
And the other was a black - black she
Black if black smolё
She laughed at inquiries
Said : & quot; Too night was black & quot;

In the 41st in the 40- year memorial
Shouted reproducers trouble
Two sons , both two - salt of the earth
Mother bowed from the waist and left
Had a chance in the battle to sense the young
Auburn furious fire and black smoke
Evil greens stagnant fields
Gray frontline hospitals

Two sons , both of the two - the two wings
Fought to victory, his mother was waiting for
Do not anger, it is not cursed fate
Funerals went around her hut
Lucky her happiness suddenly halts
Lucky one to three villages around
Lucky her she was lucky , lucky
Both sons gate to the village

Two sons , both two - and become flesh
Golden orders do not count
Sons sit side by side shoulder to shoulder
Hands intact, legs intact, what else
Drink green wine as the custom
Both changed hair color
Became deadly white hair
Became deadly white hair
Became deadly white hair
One can see a lot of white paint at War

Became deadly white hair
Became deadly white hair
Became deadly white hair
One can see a lot of white paint at War