32 lines
771 B
Plaintext
32 lines
771 B
Plaintext
City soldier
|
|
|
|
|
|
There is a city on the Volga native,
|
|
Baptized by fire and sword.
|
|
The whole world had spread, the whole world went around
|
|
Winged fame.
|
|
Cried, moaned river
|
|
Under the storm roar of fire,
|
|
But the city did not flinch, and it fell upon the horde
|
|
The walls of a red-hot ....
|
|
|
|
Chorus.
|
|
The enemy did not break you,
|
|
Accursed bezhat shelves,
|
|
Hero City, City of soldiers,
|
|
my pride - Volgograd!
|
|
|
|
With the victory of the people returned
|
|
And he went out to fight labor,
|
|
And the city of immortal rose again
|
|
Above the great Russian river.
|
|
We remember the anxious days,
|
|
Soldier's heart granite.
|
|
Our favorite city, your deed is holy,
|
|
Homeland, preserve forever!
|
|
|
|
Chorus:
|
|
The enemy did not break you,
|
|
Accursed bezhat shelves,
|
|
Hero City, City of soldiers,
|
|
my pride - Volgograd! |