Текст песни Леонид Корнилов - Поминки по победе

Whether blurred memory spaces
Whether the truth in history is not,
But untimely extinguished Victory
Inescapable, seemingly light.
And all the parades and mournful muffled.
And because so many broken bayonets,
So much life to give her the best,
To shine forever.
So much blood flows in her veins.
So much glory in her voice.
So many songs Homeland folded
About Her noble creator.
And it came from the people.
And this force is given to her,
With spring and forty-five
Never ottsvesti should not.
But the banner, like old wounds,
Bleeding under the make-up sensations.
There is no hope in the eyes of veterans
On sons and his sons.
And Eyes ranks to the stands
No, as before, Eyes on the flag.
Bone ash cutting into the box.
And do not listen pavers step.
Drummer beats the drum in the stomach.
And "hurray" takes off to the zenith.
Historical smells deceit,
What's in the eternal fire does not burn.
As a commemoration of Russian victories,
Power-Jude celebrates hits.
In the "world - the world of 'overworked, like children,
We - the descendants of the great soldiers.
Run into a bayonet in melee
Or throw a breast on the bunker ...
Dying for the victory is not terrible.
Scary, if victory will die.

Leonid Kornilov