ГИА - Про войну - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

War was for children a cruel and rough school. They were sitting outside the parties, but in the vague trenches, and before them were not a notebook, but armor-piercing shells and machine-gun tapes. They have not yet possess life experience and therefore did not understand the true value of simple things that do not give values ​​in everyday peaceful life.

War filled their mental experience to the limit. They could not cry from grief, but from hatred, could have been childishly rejected by the spring crane wedge, as never rejoiced before the war, nor after the war, with the tenderness to keep the warmth of the left youth. Those who stayed alive returned from the war, sowing to keep in themselves pure, radiant world, faith and hope, becoming indispensable for injustice, good to good.

Although the war has already become a story, but the memory of it should live, because the main participants in history are people and time. Do not forget time - it means not to forget people, do not forget people - it means not to forget time.