Текст песни Евгений Жданов - Своих не Бросаем

A grenade exploded near a soldier's feet.
Drones attack in the sky like varonnads.
Blood spurts from a wound, scarlet fountains.
In the hellish heat, a platoon storms the defenses.

Mom, I ask you to forgive my promise.
All hope is there, will the boys carry this?
And the boys will never give up.
Risking everything, their lives to the end.

And in their eyes, a picture, childhood, laughter, and a smile.
It's all over, guys, remember the soldier.
A hand on the cheek, brother, be patient a little.
Pickup trucks ahead, our boys are waiting.

Boys, thank you, I'm alive.
I'll see my mother, my village, my home.
And my mother will say, "I thank you, my son."
Thank you, my son, I pray for each one.

Through the explosions, a scream, a fight for life.
Hidden by myself, they walk along the path.
Shoulder to shoulder, here everyone is one of us.
Through the gloomy battle, reconnaissance carries the wounded.

Boys, thank you, I'm alive.
I'll see my mother, my village, my home. Dear one
And the mother will say, "I thank the children."
Thank you, son, I pray for each one.

We don't abandon our own.