The song about two friends


They fought heroically in, in Russian
Two friends in the infantry Marine.
One boy was Kaluga,
Another boy - Kostroma.

They are exactly the brothers to stick,
And shared bread and tobacco.
And next to them curled ribbons
In the fire of continuous attack.

The bayonet struck the two friends,
and death itself retreating.
Come give life, Kaluga!
- Walk fun, Kostroma!

But here's a shell splinter
Boy fell Kostroma.
- have to mess around with me, -
he is a friend remarked wistfully.

- I know that no longer stand up:
In the eyes of neprosvetnaya darkness ...
-O death thinking early,
Go fun, Kostroma!

And he carefully lifted the other,
But he groaned and fell.
- Come on let life Kaluga -
Comrade said, almost inaudibly.

Losing consciousness from the pain
Himself cheered pals.
And quietly on a snowy field
By his sailors crawled.

Lead blizzard stopped,
Gone deadly darkness.
Come give life, Kaluga!
- Walk fun, Kostroma in 1943!