попури - вов
текст песни

Through mountains, rivers and valleys,
Through the blizzard, fire and black smoke
We drove cars
Going around mines
Along the paths-roads of front-line.
Eh, the path is front-line!
Any bombing is not terrible for us,
It’s too early for us to die -
We still have business at home.
2
Sininkiy, modest handkerchief,
He fell from the lowered shoulders.
You said you won't forget
Delicate and affectionate meetings.
Sometimes the night we met with you.
White nights, blue scarf
Sweet, welcome, dear !!!
White nights, blue scarf
Sweet, welcome, dear !!!
The winter cold ended
Dal blue is clear.
The heart is warm, believe in the summer
Spring caresses the sun!
And again (and again), in the spring (spring)
Under a shady green pine
Blue scarf flickered in the middle of the night
Sweet, welcome, dear !!!
Blue scarf flickered in the middle of the night
Sweet, welcome, dear !!!
3
We are friends migratory birds
Just our life alone is not good
Did not have time to marry the earth
And you won't find a wife in the sky
Because we are pilots
The sky is our sky our dear house
First of all, the first steps are planes
Well, girls and girls then
First of all, the first steps are planes
Well, girls and girls then
four
Again the whole front is hot from fire
The anti -aircraft guns of three nights, three days
And in the tunic, in the picture
You hug me ...
Ah, these clouds in blue,
Remind the sea
They resemble an old house
Where the seagulls are circling, outside the window
Where are you and we are dancing a waltz
Where are you and we are dancing a waltz
Where are you and we are dancing a waltz in Minor
5
Once in the summer at dawn
I looked into the neighboring garden,
There is a little fellow monster
Collects grapes.
I'm blushing, I'm pale
I really wanted to say -
Let's get over the river
Summer dawn to meet.
Squeezing green maple, carved leaf,
I am in love and embarrassed before you,
Green maple and curly maple,
Yes, a hot carved.
And the Smuglyanka-Moldavanka
She answered the guy in the way -
Partisan Moldovan
We collect a detachment.
Partisans are early today
The house left their native,
The road is waiting for you
To the partisans in the forest is thick.
Curly maple, green maple, carved leaf,
I am in love and embarrassed before you.
Green maple and curly maple,
Yes, a hot carved.
6
Grove under the town smoked
And the sunset burned with her
There were only two of us
Of the eighteen guys.
How many of them are good friends
Lie down in the dark
The unfamiliar village
At an nameless height.
7
There are sometimes no names from the heroes of the old days.
Those who took the mortal battle became just land and grass.
Only their formidable valor settled in the hearts of the living.
This eternal fire is bequeathed to us and one. We keep in the chest.
eight
Victory Day, as he was far from us,
As a corner was melting in the stake for an extinct.
There were lines, burned, in dust, -
We brought this day as we could.
Chorus:
This day of victory for gunpowder smelled,
This is a holiday with gray hair on the temples.
This is a joy with tears in his eyes.
Victory Day! Victory Day! Victory Day!