Текст песни Федулов - Т-34

Long in my house ,
In his father's album
Photo - tourists in a row ...
Not yet gray ,
                    almost young ,
But every serious look,
After all, back on the slope ,
                    on the gray concrete ,
Wounded birds waiting
Occasionally black,
                T - 34th
Only teams " Come on! "
Occasionally black,
                    T - 34th
Only teams " Come on! "

But strict hand
Battened down the hatches ,
World , say around ...
At least stretch their legs ,
But how do you break
This blooming meadow ,
Where each twig
Living my crew ,
It is not saved in the battle ...
I was blinded by the smoke
And vile mines
Struck my armor ...

As time raced ,
So what am I left ,
Kohl tanks are in metal?
Not everyone is clear
That I was not in vain
Russia conquered ...
And how much can
Unfashionable and difficult
Screaming about the war seriously ?
Go past the same ,
I'm just a car
On the background of foreign birches !

I walked from the Urals
Not for the pedestal ,
I want the death in battle!
Where steady hands ?
Let them try grandchildren
On the strength of my armor !
I am your shells
Accept as rewards
Do not you feel sorry for me !
I would know - there are forces
The new Russia :
Fire! Maneuver ! Armor !
              09.1992 g