Текст песни БАХА 98 - Слёзы войны

Sorry grandpa, (t) don't cry, I won't ask anymore
Not a word about the war. "And what to answer the baby?
War and death are inseparable concepts
She doesn’t give a damn (t) whom to take into her arms
And the old veteran painfully knew this phrase
Oh night after night to forget the nightmare of war dreamed
And that order (t) when the squad was led by the orphanage
Evacuate (t) and what happened then
Spring day, (t) everything would be pretty sweet
If the war with blood did not knead heartlessly with mud
And amid the horror that met them everywhere
Sun ray their good children's holiday was waiting
Children read poetry, sang songs about victory
About native land (t) about quiet pre-war summer
The soldiers clapped, crept deep into the hearts
Theirs this song (t) of a thin youth
Children carried pieces of bread to soldiers (t)
And ate with them (t) stale bread in half
The boys asked how scary it was in the war
And so far (t) murazhki run on the back
When grandfather remembers (t) the boy a simple question
Who said on his lap
"Uncle Soldier, (t) and tell us about the war
About how to defend our home side "
But the sound of the alarm, the quiet boy’s voice interrupted
With a boy in his arms, a soldier ran to the truck
Everyone was seated, a truck hid behind the forest
The holiday evaporated in a few minutes of chaotic
Like in the sun bright thin and transparent ice
And after the truck a fascist plane flew
We followed them, (t) an explosion rang ahead
"Come on, there rather, children, well, lead me faster."
The pilot turned the helm above the scene of the explosion
I realized that there are no living and in the far clouds disappeared
The soldiers ran up, in the heart of everyone's hope
So that at least someone would be caught before death, before ...
But again, blood and again death came before others
Not a single child left alive
The fighter bent down, God is that boy
It got dark in my eyes and my head was spinning too
Yes it is he, he asked me about the war
But I did not have time to tell, and there is still no strength
Tell an old veteran without tears about the day
When (t) covered his heart of death a shadow