Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Не Спешите Нас Хоронить

Do not rush to bury us -
We will return to his country.
But who is to blame, we are now
The fact that we are the third year in captivity,
The fact that we are trouble for nothing
Away from the native fields?
We need more mothers
What is the homeland waiting for the children.

Rush years and my grandfather is old,
I do not forget, he never forgave.
He does not know where Peshawar
And I know where Salaspils.
This is a desert, and there was a forest,
Between them fifty years.
Just where are you, the Red Cross?
As there was no and no.

Do not rush to mourn those
Who is not found in the gorges of the mountains,
Deaf adobe walls,
Where in the eyes dazzled by the enemy.
Do not rush to bury us -
We will return to his country.
But who is to blame, we are now
The fact that we are the third year in captivity?