And I'm not afraid of you
This dawn is not afraid of the thunder
In the world, spring and lilac bloom
How many victories, exactly the same tears
In the word war,
it was taken away by memory
Time keeps for the sons of their centuries Fierce
battle in the movie chronicles of the hasty
Remember the granite to the hearts of the old With every winter,
there are fewer and fewer
Memory,
in it is the power of the great land
Memory,
in it is the pride and faith closed
Those who once did not come home
Those who with victory once returned
This memory is a bright memory,
a good memory
Death on the way,
clenching in the palm
They took a step without correcting for eternity
To carry the grandson like a sacred fire
In the peaceful hands,
the names are infinite
This dawn is not afraid of the thunder
In the world,
spring and lilac bloom How many victories,
exactly the same tears
In the word war,
it was taken away by memory
Memory,
in it is the power of the great land
Memory,
in it is the pride and faith closed
Those who once did not come home
Those who with victory once returned
This memory is a bright memory, a good memory
Those who once did not come home
Those who with victory once returned This memory is a bright memory,
a good memory