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This dawn is not afraid of the load.
In the world, spring and lilac bloom.
How many victories, exactly the same tears.
In the word of war,
enslaved memory.
Time keeps for the sons of their centuries.
Fierce battle
in the movie chronicles of haste.
Remember the granite to the hearts of the old.
With every winter,
there are fewer and fewer of them.
Memory,
in it the power of the great land.
Memory,
in it the pride and faith closed.
Those who once did not come home.
Those who with victory once returned.
This memory, a bright memory,
a good memory.
Death on the way,
clenching the palm.
They took a step without correction 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 load.
In the world, spring and lilac bloom.
How many victories,
exactly the same tears.
In the word of war,
enslaved memory.
Memory,
in it the power of the great land.
Memory,
in it the pride and faith closed.
Those who once did not come home.
Those who with victory once returned.
This memory,
a bright memory,
a good memory.
Those who once did not come home.
Those who with victory once returned.
This memory,
a bright memory, a good memory.