Сергей Тимошенко - Кочегарка
текст песни

They say it's serious
Only from snow, only from ash
In this frosty air
The artillery went blind
We crawled forward stubbornly
Teeth clenched tightly in anger
Dying, quietly mother...
The boy on the left whispered
What could have decayed has decayed
In a nearby burning tank
The soul left the body
Blue smoke is his remains

No need to pinch to wake up
Those who are in the grip of burning streets
Even though it's winter, it's very hot
Satan has a stoker here
Not about awards, but about strength
The boys asked God
Volley after volley hit the roofs
But God was silent, he didn’t hear us

This city seems to be woven
Made of razor metal
His army is right from the windows
Everything possible was thrown at us
We're sitting tight here
We can't raise our heads
In this wild carousel
Fear crawls along with the skin
The commander is quite dry
He holds the fight, although he is shell-shocked
Blood dripping from the ear
Tightened it with a bandage

We are not close to life
But don't rush with the obelisk
Pulling all my veins into a fist
We haven't given up, we're still alive
Throwing away the reason for sadness
We are exactly as we were taught
Like a picket fence we stand resiliently
In the same formation we are for each other