veterans song


A lot, a lot of us around the world Mota.
We are looking for a bullet in the darkness of night,
But we're still alive to spite fate of such
Though we still far to a halt!

Chorus:
The road behind the ...
The road ahead ...
As the song without end
And without beginning ...

A lot, a lot of us shook the sea,
Waves pour over, knocked down.
But we did not leave time - we survived, mate,
Though we still far from the pier!

Chorus.

A lot, a lot of us catching up letters:
"Seasoned guys go home!"
But if you're alive, why do you rest?
Name, name great passes!

Pripev.1950