Макс Николаев - Солдат
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Still too young to die
Seventeen years but you need to go to fight
For the homeland for relatives for the land native
Saying goodbye hugs it costs it
She cries quietly in her hand white handkerchief
You write from the front at least a few lines
I will wait for you to come back as soon as possible
Who came up with wars to leave doubly harder
Mother escorting at the gate christened onto the road
Come back with a victory, we are waiting with God
And he left in September the forty -second
Protracted battles after training in a bake again
They did not sleep for days not ate weeks
Freezing under art unusations froze
The city outside the city we recruit the land native
We will defeat the fascist evil spirits of this bad
Until the last drop of blood, not a step backward
And in their native company there are fewer fewer children
A letter from a house from a beloved in a breast pocket
It probably saves him from bullets
Dark nights in the lull before the battle
He wrote to his mother that he was still fighting a hero
What is left and soon we will win
And the time is not far away when we take Berlin
Give Hello to the Old Man and my beloved
I kiss my mother soon I will promise peacefully
They are again thrown into the very hell in hell
Circular defense is surrounded by their detachment
Nobody is about to surrender
He is wounded grenades No cartridge end
Well, the guys will show how the Siberians die
Join the bayonets in hand -to -hand
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