Текст песни Голубые береты - Нас свела война

Give water to drink quickly,
Give more to remember the faces of those
In whom my destiny.
Linger a minute in the doorway,
Sing me a song about the road that,
What went through me,
Joy and trouble.

Chorus:
Wind drives the yellow leaves,
Fall has come,
As our time relentlessly,
she knows.
But the dance of memory quickly
Flying names.
It warmed the soul friends.
We brought the war. } 3p.

Someone, perhaps condemns
But he does not know that, yes,
Memory is not the trail.
But forget what happened to us,
So sometimes unbearable, there
Most years,
Joy and trouble.

Chorus:
Wind drives the yellow leaves,
Fall has come,
As our time relentlessly,
she knows.
But the dance of memory quickly
Flying names.
It warmed the soul friends.
We brought the war. } 5p.