memory field


About comrades, the comrades sing.
Were comrades were comrades in battle!
Over the fate of the war over the country,
Do not go through a war party.
Were comrades! Were comrades!
Under shells near prostrated themselves,
Long remember the sky full of birds.
swan voice
Sailed over the sea of ​​forests,
Voices friends swan!

I am now until the end of the path
Memory field does not pass.
Heaven above him high,
Springs underneath deep
There is no end to it the memory field.

Where comrades of the unfading days?
Hey comrades, comrades hey, hey!
Where the shelves were terrible,
Stars strike sharply on bayonets,
There feather-grass, there feather-grass
On the ground are, herbs stele followed.
It's not hard to believe that there are comrades.
Swans flying wedge of all,
Yes feather grass rustles all
All rustles the grass, all grass rustles.

I am now until the end of the path
Memory field does not pass.
Heaven above him high,
Springs underneath deep
There is no end to it the memory field.

Heaven above him high,
underneath deep springs
There is no end to it the memory field.
There is no end to it the memory field.