Enemies have burnt native house
Ruined his family
Where to go now to the soldier
To carry your sadness
I went soldiers in deep grief
At the intersection of two roads
Soldiers found a wide field
Overgrown with grass mound
Should soldiers like lumps
Stuck in his throat
He said soldiers
Meet Praskovja
Hero of her husband
Prepare treats for the guest
Cover with a table in the house
His feast day is your one will return
To you I come to celebrate
No soldier did not answer
No it is not met
It was only a warm summer evening
Grass shook the grave
Sighed the soldiers straightened belt
He opened his bag camp
Bitter bottle set
On the gray stone coffin
Do not blame me Praskovja
What I have come to you so
I wanted to drink to the health
And to drink for the dead
Friends get together again girlfriend
But do we ever get together
And the soldiers drank from a copper mug
Wine with grief in half
He saw a soldier servant of the people
And with a heavy heart saying
I went to you for four years
I won three powers
Becoming exhilarated soldiers tear rolled
Tear Lost Dreams
And on his chest shone
Medal of Budapest
Medal of Budapest
5 окт 2024
