Текст песни Муслим Магомаев - Ребята, которых нет

There was a ripe wheat,
Quietly floating dawn ...
All that could, you did,
Guys who do not! ..
 
Chorus:
The voice calling out to the living,
In our hearts penetrated.
We are sworn comrades,
To live for myself and for them.
 
Crying tired mother,
But through the thickness of years *
They look at us closely
Guys who do not! ..
 
Chorus:
The voice calling out to the living,
In our hearts penetrated,
We are sworn comrades,
To live for myself and for them.
 
Bending over as if the fates,
As if stepping behind,
We are become judges,
Guys who do not! ..
 
Chorus:
The voice calling out to the living,
In our hearts penetrated,
We are sworn comrades,
To live for myself and for them.