Текст песни нашёл Дима Черников - на поле танки грахатали

Grahatali tanks on the field
The soldiers went to the last battle
And the young commander was carried with a broken head
On the tank vdarila balvanka

Goodbye dear crew
Four corpses near the tank
Fill the morning landscape
The car is enveloped in flames

Here's a rifle
And I want to live so guys
And to get out so no urine.
We will be removed from the wreckage

Carol up
And volleys
On the last journey they take us
And telegrams will fly from here

Relatives and friends to notify
That your son will never return and will not stop to visit
In the corner, the mother will cry, the old woman will tear the old man with a tear
And the young one doesn't know what the end of the guy was

And there will be a card in the dust
And half yellowed books
Military uniform with pakonah
And she is no longer her fiance

WRITING TEXT: Dima Chernikov