Текст песни Настасья Власова - Шли бои страшнее смерти...

As Nastasya accompanied
On Peter's war
Not sobbing without moaning and crying.
Braided tight braid, her eyes downcast.
And prayed for the icon, pale face.

There were fights, terrible death on home soil
Do not come for a long time that the conduct of Peter
And under the old icons Nastya before dawn
Asks the Blessed Virgin: "My husband Protect"

Night began to endless days still long
Funerals rattled windows in the villages
And envelope with a letter a treasury
Nastya also waiting
Said: "your husband, Peter went missing"

Wept bitterly heart of the young wife
And salty tears filled her eyes oh
Anastasia looks at the icon
Do not hide the pain
That l pray for the health, the only weapon for the peace ...

For more than half a century has passed since that war
Still waiting for Peter Nastasya from summer to winter
Do not call her a widow, even in his old age
Her memory of the warm light of the lamps