Текст песни Сборная Союза - Солдат без руки

SOLDIER WITHOUT HANDS

To his mother's home
From the far side
returning soldier
The wounded from the war.
And sat soldiers, tired,
At Silver River
Wind squeezed his sleeve
The one without a hand.

Etc. Duma bitter chest
At soldier hurts:
Who wants to fall in love
Man without hands.

Houses assembled relatives.
Older veterans,
After drinking, began to blame
At soldier without arms:
"What are you, my grandson, failed
Order red to get?
Nor for, I was in combat did not dare? "
A soldier in the silent response.

Etc. He took the accordion, but no hands,
He pulled his tunic -
Let them see the elderly,
Metin bullets.
Mother wept bitterly,
A soldier reached into his pocket,
And the two stars of the Order
They came from hand to hand.

Duma bitter chest
At soldier hurts:
Who wants to fall in love
Man without hands.