Розенбаум Александр - Салют победы
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Sunset haze, brown eyes
Come on, you and I, soaring, let’s have a drink
Smart Moscow rings with awards
You can't count the gray heads
Grandfathers rush to their fireworks
Let the carpet of fresh flowers float over the Kremlin
The country is calling us again with fifty salvos
It is colored with Eternal lights
For all the dead and living
We'll raise one hundred grams to the front line
Dreams, for hundreds of years we have been dreaming dreams after the war
They are full of friends and girlfriends
Of whom we have lost so many
Until we waited for that spring
Forgive us the feast, Mother Throne
Died near Prokhorovka Kolya - this is my pain
Smothered by fire, burned in "Ilyushin"
My most faithful little root - and this is so bad!
"Was" - I hate this word to death
For the land of fraternal, hastily dug graves
For the funeral triangle and for the woman’s thin voice at the hut
Let's add her as a holy fool
It’s cool in my jacket, I’m not dressed for the weather
Although our lot is bitter, today is a good day!
So I managed to exchange another half century
Yes, remember the candle, the beginning of all beginnings
Let's go congratulate Georgy Konstantinich
After all, this is an honest mother! - was his war
He deserves to always stand in the stirrups over the country
Dreams, for hundreds of years we have been dreaming dreams after the war
They are full of friends and girlfriends
Of whom we have lost so many
Until we waited for that spring