Текст песни Олексій Ткаченко - Мати - тополя

All day gun rampage
On the field there were fumes
I fell in rye soldiers
Arms outstretched wings

I have a son that sought
Son, fallen under fire
Willow or poplar planted
And the tears rolled down rain

chorus:

Mother poplar in the open field
Red flowers of our hands
In the city or in the field of red flowers
Each heart of the eternal flame

Long passed 45 th
But the victory is alive
New state soldiers
Repeat the words of the oath

Years by years
In the sky floating cranes,
And the eternal flame - our memory
immortal heroes of war

chorus:

Mother poplar in the open field
Red flowers of our hands
In the city or in the field of red flowers
Each heart of the eternal flame
..proihrash ..
(chorus)