Текст песни для тех, кто был сегодня в 4 утра на традиционной акции - Памяти погибших за наше будущее посвящается.

On Fedyuninsky hills silence
Over Malakhov Hill dreams
As if there was no war,
But the war was buried at the bottom of silence.
And it seemed to be all over had expired, thirty years I was in the sea water
And how you come out as the threshold for shagnesh
And Poppy can not escape from anywhere.

Poppies, poppies, red poppies - the bitter memory of the earth,
Are you dreaming
Attack, do you dream of those attacks,
Someone with these hills did not come ...

Over Sapun mountain flower of poplar,
Over Sapun mountain flying cranes
But swim from end to end in the fields
These poppies, poppies - the conscience of the earth.
And it would seem that in the well of passion
Thirty years, they glow in the grass.
Oh, how I want to fall in those herbs
The red poppies lie on the ground ...

Poppies, poppies, red poppies - the bitter memory of the earth,
Are you dreaming
Attack, do you dream of those attacks,
Someone with these hills did not come ...