Lyrics Иосиф Кобзон - Баллада о красках

He was red as of 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 , as if charred smolё .
Rasprosy laughed at it ,
Rasprosy laughed at it ,
Rasprosy laughed at it ,
Said : & quot; Too night was black ! & Quot;
At forty-one , forty memorable year
Shouted reproducers trouble.
Two sons , two - 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
Evil greens stagnant fields
Evil greens stagnant fields
Gray frontline hospitals.
Two sons , two - two, two wings ,
Fought to win - his mother was waiting .
Do not anger, it is not cursed fate
Funerals went around her house.
Lucky her , leaning happiness suddenly ,
Lucky one to three villages around.
She was lucky , lucky her lucky
She was lucky , lucky her lucky
She was lucky , lucky her luck:
Both sons gate to the village .
Two sons , two - two, and become flesh ,
Golden orders do not count!
Sons sit side by side - shoulder to shoulder ,
Legs intact, intact hands - what else ?
Green drink wine as 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 in the war.
Became deadly white hair ,
Became deadly white hair ,
Became deadly white hair ,
One can see a lot of white paint in the war ...