Зубной Лирик - Прости нас, дед, что такими стали - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Every year on May 9

I see less and less veterans with flowers:

Youth at this time, breaking the system,

Instead of flowers, gives insults.

After all, for her this May day

The glass drain a new occasion,

Well, they fought for those

Who has the mind pulled into the shackles.

I'm sorry, grandfather, what they became,

Which are not known to the word "war",

Neither "death" nor "time" that ages

And what runs away like water.

Your merits for these children ...

They are completely incomprehensible to them,

After all, when you live on yourself

Then you only believe in it.

Man, are you so grateful to them now?

Wake up! After all, you live thanks to them.

After all, they gave their lives for us,

So you give them flowers.

Just "thank you" to say -

So difficult to show zeal?

And look directly into the eyes -

To the soul from the bottom of the heart!

Our native veterans, thank you for everything you have done! Thank you for being in this white world. I pray for you, for your souls and I want you to live a happy and long life on this earth ... Thank you for everything!