Текст песни Алексей Матов - Полверсты огня и смерти

Ahead of segment net ,
We are on it almost extras.
And at the far edge of the field ,
The enemy is buried in the bush .
And there's self-propelled ,
Beat on us direct fire.
And on the wing does not go round .
And on the field half a mile .

Sex mile of fire and death .
In the small gray envelope .
Scatter funerals .
Sadness longing to multiply .
But the betting order .
Who prays , furtively .
Someone silently gritted his teeth ,
Someone remembered someone's mother .

There is a signal for the attack.
All around were set in motion .
Hosh nehosh and village ,
You need to take before sunset .
Stink solarium, crashing tracks.
The crews of the battalions .
We would just as soon as possible .
Gender distance rip .

Crew uneven breathing.
Our mehvoda poem writes .
From left to right all that is possible.
Squeezes out of the engine .
I yell as maloholnye .
The bar but with an armor-piercing .
We are in the last moment ,
Missed two inches .

Fun begins .
Germans will be no laughing matter.
Tower to the right, shot, spёksya .
Here's another one ready.
We are each other's camouflage .
And only one firm know .
We are defending the Fatherland ,
Not for the sake of orders.