Текст песни Иосиф Кобзон - Моему Другу

My friend
Music: Nikita Theological Word: Michael Matusovskiy

You're so much passed cornfields,
Climb not had time.
You meet so many villages,
Broken and burnt.
The trenches in two rows, ominous lightning,
And it can never be forgotten.

You remember so many wounds,
That deep lung.
You remember so many countries,
That close, far away.
Empty city you see through the loopholes,
And it can never be forgotten.

You know so many nights,
Anxiety and bloody.
And you lose friends,
On the difficult crossing.
Scroll through the year, page by page,
And it can never be forgotten.

1975