Текст песни Игорь Растеряев - Про Юру Прищепного

Summer is running out, the sun radiates heat
Only here do not need to scare us zharoyu.
We have seen higher temperatures -
We're the kids out of Volgograd.
Litho accelerates the hills of habit
The farmstead Subbotin I enter again
I see a sign on the fence siniyu
Street Hero of Jura Prischepnogo.

Yuri - my age, we are one of those boys
What's in the gardens after the Soviet casseroles
Podtyanuvshi shorts, having read books
Ballpoint pen drawing tanks.
It was all fine, all of the world sing
Misha flew somewhere
And no one knew that in fact
This year, new born soldiers.

This year were born by those who later
The gorges were driven march
To have met with those who are darker,
Slightly poborodatey and slightly older.
Those who have paid for someone else's meanness
He left the bullets directly without stooping
Turning into tears, turning into pride,
The blue plaques village streets.

Time does not heal the pain, and humbles her
It will constantly disturb my thoughts -
That takes years - and I am not an adult,
It's just a brisk day by day under
But it's time to come - I believe without thinking,
And in a huge book of chronology
In the year of the 80th will serve as bookmarks
Blue plaque - the symbol of the generations

Prokrichat tablets us openly
"We have to live with dignity! I must not go to live!"
All that was Yurka, all that was childhood -
from that moment immediately become the past ...