Александр Круг, Ирина Круг - Ребята
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History turns the pages,
Reading hearts like open books;
The heroes’ faces, open and true—
Standing for truth, always, to the very end.
Like strong, proud birds,
They do not shyly avert their gaze;
Simple, open faces—
Yet faces impossible to forget.
Lads, oh lads, my lads—
Fighters, officers, soldiers all;
Beneath the starry rain of the firmament,
Fighting for faith, not for their rank.
Lads, oh lads, my lads—
Fighters, officers, soldiers all;
Thank you, thank you, my dear ones—
For our strong and mighty Russia.
Who could ever truly know the cost—
With half the world hanging in the balance—
To live one’s time with dignity,
Never to falter, never to yield?
For these open faces,
For these names—so simple they move us to tears—
We shall pray with all our souls,
And take pride in them, for all time.
Lads, oh lads, my lads—
Fighters, officers, soldiers all;
Beneath the starry rain of the firmament,
Fighting for faith, not for their rank.
Lads, oh lads, my lads—
Fighters, officers, soldiers all;
Thank you, thank you, my dear ones—
For our strong and mighty Russia.

Lads, oh lads, my lads—
Fighters, officers, soldiers all;
Beneath the starry rain of the firmament,
Fighting for faith, not for their rank.
Lads, oh lads, my lads—
Fighters, officers, soldiers all;
Thank you, thank you, my dear ones—
For our strong and mighty Russia.
Thank you, thank you, my dear ones—
For our strong and mighty Russia.