Текст песни Мы - Дети блокады

our native city on the Neva,
not broken harsh war
it is during the siege: a brutal, merciless
and fought in the cold and in the heat

Memory takes us back
where the siren hoot,
where the shells exploding, and the children of the blockade
eyes, fierce look of death

I was in the city famine and pestilence
and upturned bombing yard
but the children were growing up and were able to survive
I remember them all so far

Memory takes us back
where the siren hoot,
where the shells exploding, and the children of the blockade
eyes, fierce look of death

but the Russian people exhibi
and the memory of this lives
in the hearts of generations and the current time
It is a continuous countdown

Memory takes us back
where the siren hoot,
where the shells exploding, and the children of the blockade
eyes, fierce look of death

blockade nights and days
how long they lasted
about how much loss, knew Leningrad
in the grim years of war