Михаил Кокляев - О героях былых времен
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От героев былых времен не осталось порой имен
Те что приняли смертный бой стали просто землей и травой
Только грозная доблесть их поселилась в сердцах живых
Этот вечный огонь нам завещаный одним мы в груди храним!
Посмотри на моих бойцов целый свет помнит их в лицо
Вот застыл батальон в строю в нём я старых друзей узнаю
Пусть им нет двадцати пяти трудный путь им пришлось пройти
Это те кто в штыки поднимался как один те кто брал Берлин!
Нет в России семьи такой гдеб не памятен был свой герой
И глаза молодых солдат с фотографий увядших глядят
Этот взгляд словно высший суд для ребят что сейчас растут
И мальчишкам нельзя ни солгать ни обмануть ни с пути свернуть!
From the heroes of the former times there is no sometimes names
Those that took the mortal battle became just the land and grass
Only the Terrible Valor settled in the hearts of living
This eternal flame will be won by one we are in the chest.
Look at my fighters the whole light remembers them in the face
Here the battalion was frozen in it in him I find out old friends
Let them not twenty five difficult way they had to go
These are those who rose in the bayonets as one who took Berlin!
There is no family in Russia where anyone was not remembered his hero
And the eyes of young soldiers with photos of faded look
This look like the highest court for the guys that now grow
And the boys can not lie neither to deceive from turning along the way!
Those that took the mortal battle became just the land and grass
Only the Terrible Valor settled in the hearts of living
This eternal flame will be won by one we are in the chest.
Look at my fighters the whole light remembers them in the face
Here the battalion was frozen in it in him I find out old friends
Let them not twenty five difficult way they had to go
These are those who rose in the bayonets as one who took Berlin!
There is no family in Russia where anyone was not remembered his hero
And the eyes of young soldiers with photos of faded look
This look like the highest court for the guys that now grow
And the boys can not lie neither to deceive from turning along the way!