Ананасов и Ко - СТАЛИНГРАД - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I devote to the people who defeated fascism ...

Last summer, passing Volgograd, we specially stopped for several hours to see the place sacred for every Russian person. Everything is calm, the wind sowing the foliage of young birches, a green round dance lined up around the church, a silent guard near fire, the reconstruction of which does not go fast, the panorama of the city and the Volga, and the most fascinating - mother, mother, mother - mother - mother! From whatever place look at her, goosebumps run along the skin ... Earth saturated with the blood of our grandfathers and great -grandfathers, covered with bones of Russians, Ukrainians, Belarusians, Tatars ...

How much was there, in this bloody meat grinder?

For what ???

So that some live, but others not ???

It’s scary to think!

21st century.

70 years have passed.

Stalingrad, Stalingrad ... It’s no longer a alarm of a huge memorial bell, not salt on non -growing fresh wounds, but a light ringing of the bell of the memory of those who remember ... who else remembers ...

And only the wind in the foliage of young birches will respond in a quiet whisper ...

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