Текст песни Виктор Николаевич Макаров - Я под Старым Осколом убит...

I'm under the Stary Oskol killed
                  I'm not buried in a mass grave,
                  I lie, and not a soul around -
                  Above me rustling reeds.
                  Tomorrow night you have an outlet.
                  You go, guys, follow me.
                  I to you I will come in a white shirt,
                  How, then, in the pre-war year.
                  It fades into the dawn of the birches,
                  And boy of seventeen
                  Escorted the girls home,
                  And me ... to the front boundaries.
                  Again turns solemn waltz
                  I stand as the first among you,
                  But of those who went to the rock,
                  Neither returned home ...