Текст песни Великая Война - Бресткая крепость

If you cross over I vosled
I have returned, like frost saddle
The field on foot, mushroom rain
In dusty, patching overcoat, with skinny knapsack
Two strips of the wounded and eyes like steel
In the shabby tunic - orders and medals
And do not be crying willow branch above me
Not used chamomile grew over my head

If you cross over I vosled
I would come back to you from those early years
Echo summer thunderstorms, not hiding tears,
From head to plunged into the beauty of birch trees
And, jelly water of rinsing the face,
Silence would come up to the house with porch bleached
Where the rain washed and well, and where there were gray
And he was not cast in bronze, and was living

But near Brest in the terrible dead bayonet
I'm not holding back tears, I said to you
I talk to you in a terrible emptiness
Where in an unequal battle I jammed my "TT"
And when a black smoke melted armor
White angel appeared to me in the midst of the fire
I told you not to remember, but do not forget
And lead me touched God's grace ...