Текст песни Леонид Фёдоров - Горе выпил до дна, Завтра будет война

Mount drank to the dregs,
Tomorrow will be a war,
Otpevaya spring
Son went to war.
Night over us like tea,
Gulls in the sky sorrow,
You do not answer ...

Stars with a thousand stings
Tenaciously held in his paws,
Death circling over the field,
My son is next.
Night over it - like a river,
Gulls in the sky longing,
Wait until ...

Suddenly the music thunders,
How sword of granite,
All open the door
And we drive to Tver.
Not to Tver, but just in Salo
Filled with the Christmas tree.
All hidden malice sting
One flies pchёlkoy ...

Another moth
Above the tree stalk
A third fireside,
Fourth shallow,
A fifth climbs a candle
Shouts and I and I growl,
Shouts and I growl ...