Blue Rose - Письмо Ивана Колосова. 25.10. 1941. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hello, my cooking!

No, we will not meet with you.

Yesterday we at noon thundered another Hitler's column. The fascist shell struck the side armor and drove inside. While I took a car into the forest, Vasily died. My wound is cruel.

I buried Vasily Orlov in a birch grove. It was light. Vasily died, not having time to say a single word to me, nothing passed on to his beautiful Zoe and White Walp Masha, like a dandelion in the fluff.

So one of the three tankers remained alone.

I drove into the woods into the forest. The night passed in flour, lost a lot of blood. Now for some reason the pain burning all the breasts, she lightened to the soul quietly. It is very disappointing that we did not do everything. But we did everything we could. Our comrades will chase the enemy who should not walk along our fields and forests. I never lived life so, if, not you, cooking. You always helped me: Halchin-goal and here. Probably, all the same, who loves, that kinder to people. Thank you, native! The person is aging, and the sky is eternally young, like your eyes, in which only look yes to admire. They never come, do not fade.

Time passes, people will heal wounds, people will build new cities, grow new gardens. Another life comes, other songs will sing. But never forget the song about us, about three tankers.

You will grow beautiful children, you will still love.

And I am happy that I leave you with great love for you.

Your Ivan Kolosov.