Ирина Дубцова - Песнь о солдате - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The years roared, the battles died out, your wounds got sick, but, having stored loyalty to the great courage, you are standing and silent at the holy fire. You survived, a soldier, at least a hundred times died ... At least you buried friends, and at least stood to death ... Why did you frighten - a palm on your heart? And in the eyes, as in streams, fire was reflected ... They say that the soldier is not crying - he is a soldier, and that the old wounds hurt to bad weather. But yesterday there was the sun and the Sun Sutra ... Why are you crying, soldier, near the Holy Bonfire? You survived, a soldier, at least a hundred times died ... At least you buried friends, and at least stood to death ... Why did you frighten - a palm on your heart? And in the eyes, as in streams, the fire was reflected ... Look, a soldier, - this is your youth, the sons stand at the soldier’s grave ... So what do you think, an old soldier? Either the heart hurts, or the wounds burned ... You survived, a soldier, at least a hundred times died ... at least he buried his friends, and at least stood to death ... Why did you freeze - a palm on your heart? And in the eyes, as in the streams, the fire was reflected ... You survived, a soldier, at least a hundred times died ... at least he buried his friends, and at least stood to death ... Why did you freeze - a palm on your heart? And in the eyes, as in streams, fire was reflected ...