Текст песни Николай Гнатюк - Встречай, Отчизна, сыновей

Sorry, otchie spaces,
What's on the lips of my ashes.
Not near Moscow, not at Rostov
The war of the heart, we burned.
Not Rzhev, in Kandahar
Stayed my countryman Sergei
We smell the dust, smell of burning
Meet, Fatherland sons.

A country with huge eyes,
We fought as best they could,
But were not the Bryansk forests,
And do not go Smolensk.
Not near Brest, and under Host
We were losing their friends.
Who is to blame about it after.
Meet, Fatherland, sons

I remember dushmanskoy edge of the abyss,
I stayed one on the edge,
At thy Sergei entrance
I lit a cigarette,
And in the heart of bitterness is not hiding,
I'll come to your mother,
He fell at the hands of her pay,
Meet, Fatherland sons.
A.Faynberg