Текст песни Роман Веретільник - Ми воїни мамо

Brother brother rising from the grave
For a family for the children we smashed the enemy
We get up yiz grave pull out weapons
And hear all the team to the battle
For their families will become a wall
And our children zakalyayutsya war
We know that terrible but not forgive
Sorry Mom for what I disappear
In this world no longer find
No more will embrace you hear come
Well, I do not blame a certain fate
Well, I'll do it my way
Well I know that ever remember
A mother's children lose again
And how many more probably will not see
I just feel out of automatic
Well, how much it will Tell me
Rise to emit perfume hands
For our will to fight to victory
Dress form and military boots on his feet
The automatic in hand and just in front
Well now pray bitch madzhahed
So we are not who you thought us
And you know we wanted peace
Hey brother help him better
I still have road show
Last ragged way of life
Help him in his little child
And I did nothing to help
About my family popikluysya God
Ask who we are warriors, we moms
And your future is not indifferent to us
We will be the wall they are enemies
It will not be with us in the land of their feet
Will not you hear me mothers
And you know at dinner you will not give
Last ragged way of life
Help him in his little child
And I did nothing to help
About my family popikluysya God
Ask who we are warriors, we moms
And your future is not indifferent to us
We will be the wall they are enemies
It will not be with us in the land of their feet
Will not you hear me mothers
And you know at dinner you will not give
And how many more probably will not see
I just feel out of automatic