Текст песни Леонид Фёдоров - Горе выпил до дна, Завтра будет война

Mount drank to the dregs ,
Tomorrow will be a war ,
Otpevaya spring
Son went to war.
Night over us like tea,
Gulls in the sky sorrow ,
You do not answer ...

Stars with a thousand stings
Tenaciously held in his paws ,
Death circling over the field ,
My son is next .
Night over it - like a river,
Gulls in the sky longing ,
Wait until ...

Suddenly the music thunders ,
How sword of granite,
All open the door
And we drive to Tver.
Not to Tver , but just in Salo
Filled with the Christmas tree .
All hidden malice sting
One flies pchёlkoy ...

another moth
Above the tree stalk
A third fireside ,
Fourth shallow ,
A fifth climbs a candle
Shouts and I and I growl ,
Shouts and I growl ...