Текст песни 730 Дней - 20-летняя вдова

In Russia, a long-awaited new year
and my mother was waiting for him to visit friends,
his wife will open the door to the bell
but found only the military behind it,
posidevshy tired captain
let your eyes and bit the lips,
you know in your name to our recruitment office
it's 200 load.

Chorus:
 
twenty-year-old crying
widow but indifferent to the tears mirror
in a wedding dress that she was at the tomb
Chechnya has sent a gift.

each of us has his own destiny and we will
I can not change,
and in the mountains again killed sons
their orders are unlikely to resurrect
He was also posthumously awarded
performing duties and to obey the order
and I vow to hear girlish moan
policy, I do not forgive you.

Chorus:

twenty-year-old crying
widow but indifferent to the tears mirror
in a wedding dress that she was at the tomb
Chechnya has sent a gift.

and the room melted
cold zinc dumb
and he kept his dead,
but the mother does not want
believe that it son,
she repeats it's alive,
but alas, the clock does not turn
the loss of his son and the mother realized
hand gripping the hair and
howl at the breast mound falling.

Chorus:

twenty-year-old crying
widow but indifferent to the tears mirror
in a wedding dress that she was at the tomb
Chechnya has sent a gift.