Текст песни Игорехин Igoriohin автор и исполнитель - На чужую войну не ходил бы,сынок

I do not go to the other side,
On someone else would not go war, son,
All get better, I believe, just give yourself a time limit.

Braided in a braid a golden ray,
Nudity blossomed in spring primroses,
Do not rush to leave at twenty years of age.

Bitter Tears - all waited at the window,
 Not her fault is that he dared but not simple,
How many of them difficult attributed to the churchyard.

I wait for the wind messenger flies
On the way to dusty unknown soldiers:
Son, father or husband, or someone's brother.

I do not go to the other side,
On someone else's war would not go, son.