Текст песни Жанна Бичевская - Господа рядовые

Ordinary gentlemen , I appeal to you.
Somehow we always sing officers
And in fact, because you are my privates ,
Died in greatcoats , propalennyh gray .

I put for the repose of church candles
And quietly pray with tears .
Let you eternal peace will be eternal memory
Ordinary my - every guy saint.

Let you hear my songs , prayers ,
Let spilled blood will turn into flowers .
Are you tired , I know your at an end of the battle ,
Ordinary ones, let there be no war.