Aged mother for thirty years,
And the news of his son no, no.
But she still continues to wait,
Because he believes, because the mother.
And he hopes it?
Many years as the war ended,
For many years, all came back,
In addition to the dead, that lie in the ground.
How many of them in the distant village
Beardless boys did not come ...
Once sent to the village in the spring
The film is a documentary about the war.
Everything in the movie came: old and small,
Who knew the war and who did not know.
Before the bitter memory of man
Pours hatred river.
It's hard to remember it was ...
Suddenly the screen son looked at his mother.
The mother knew her son at the same moment,
And there was the mother scream:
"Alex, Alexis, son!"
"Alex, Alexis, son!"
"Alex, Alexis, son!"
As if her son could hear.
He rushed out of the trench in the battle.
She got her mother to cover it by ourselves,
All feared he suddenly falls,
But through the years, the son raced forward.
"Alex!" - Shouted countrymen,
"Alex!" - Asked, - "slowing-down!"
... The frame shift. The son survived.
He asks the mother of a son again.
He asks the mother of a son again.
He asks the mother of a son again.
And again he flees the attack,
Alive and well, not injured, not killed.
"Alex, Alexis, son"
"Alex, Alexis, son"
"Alex, Alexis, son"
As if her son could hear ...
For a long time it seemed all since
Everyone was waiting for - just about now in a box
In the midst of an alarming silence
He knocks her son to war.
