Текст песни Патруль - Перед глазами мёртвый взвод...

Meet the sons of Fatherland
It's so fond of you
And how could so protected,
His girlfriends and mothers.

Meet the sons of Fatherland
They izodranye to shreds,
Hurt their wounds during the day and at night,
Hurt their souls stronger.

And the sight of a dead platoon
The dead commander of his leads,
He sang and the dead - singing
Their footsteps, footsteps resound,
Boots dust pylyat
And prominent faces of the dead children.

Meet the sons of Fatherland
They do not change,
They did not spare himself,
We are not short of friends ...

Meet Fatherland sons,
Living and dead, it happened,
That something did not happen suddenly,
And the platoon was caught in the middle.