moments. i ask, at least not for long, my pain, leave me, clouds, bluish clouds.

i wish i could swim to you, dear, if only someday, somewhere far away, somewhere far away, mushroom rains are falling, right by the river in a small garden, ripe cherries, bending to the ground, somewhere far away in my memory, now, as in childhood, it’s warm, even though the memory is covered with such

large snows, you’ll get me drunk, drunk, but not to death, drowning like the last time i... i look somewhere in the sky, as if i’m still eating answer.

i ask, at least not for long, my pain, you leave me, clouds, blue clouds, fly to your home. from here to home, thank you.

birds don't sing here, trees don't grow. and as soon as we grow shoulder to shoulder into the ground here, the planet is burning, the planet is spinning, there is smoke above our homeland, and that means we need one victory.

mortal fire awaits, still powerless, doubt goes away into the night, separate, our tenth airborne battalion, our tenth airborne battalion, as soon as the fire died out, another order sounds across the stalon, the sular will descend, looking for us, a red rocket flies, the machine gun hits tirelessly, that means we need one

victory, we won’t stand alone for all at the price, we won’t stand for all of us alone at the price, we are that mortal fire, yet it is powerless, doubt goes away into the night separate, our tenth, tenth battalion, our tenth, airborne battalion, kotpur orlo, the war brought us to the very enemy ports, how... brother of the matter, someday we will remember this, and we won’t believe it ourselves, but now we need one

story, one for all of us. we won’t stand, we alone won’t stand for the price, the deadly fire will forgive, yet it is powerless, doubt goes away into the separate night, our tenth, the landing force is distant, tens in

the world looked into the neighboring garden, there is a dark-skinned girl, a moldovan woman, picking grapes, i am blushing, i am turning pale, i wanted to tell her, let’s stand over the river, greet the summer dawns, with curls. maple green leaf carved, i am in love , embarrassed before you, green maple, and curly maple, and since curly is carved, since curly, green, i am in love, tempted

by the house, let's call the blacksmith, and... a dark-skinned woman, a moldovan woman, answered the guy vlad, a partisan moldovan, we are gathering a detachment, it’s early today, partisans, they left their home, the road is waiting for you, to the partisans in the thick forest, expense. a wasted maple, green, a lucky leaf, here at the maple, we will part with you, a green maple, and a curly maple, and since the curly ones are carved,

green, here is superyoma, we will become famous with you, we will kick the grains, the kutyryans are for us, the kutyryany are glezny. a frightened, moldavian woman went along the path into the forest, who was offended by the fact that i didn’t invite you with... because of the dark-skinned, moldavian woman, i often thought at night, suddenly i met my dark-skinned woman in the detachment, since they were smart, maple, and leaf-cut, hello, guy, my

good, my dear, so it’s green, so it’s curly, i’m once a vigorous carved one, the powdery maple is green only colored, simple guy, my good, my dear, listen to the green defen of the curl.

it seems to me, sometimes, that the soldiers, who did not return from the bloody field, did not once die in our land, but turned into white cranes. they are couples from those distant times, they fly and give

us voices, not because, so often sadly, we fall silent, looking at the sky, but they fly, fly across the sky, a tired wedge, fly into fog at the end of the day. and in that land there is a small gap, perhaps this is the place for

me, money will come with a flock of cranes, i will swim in such a dark earth, from under the sky. spa birds i call out to all of you whom i left on earth, it seems to me, sometimes. that the soldiers

who did not come from the bloody ones fell, did not once die in our land, but turned into white cranes, russia russia russia. where

does the homeland begin, with a picture in your primer, with good and faithful comrades living in the neighboring yard, or maybe it begins with... that song that our mother sang to us, from the fact that in any trials, no one can take away from us where the homeland begins, the treasured

stoneburst, from that very birch tree that... the field grows bending under the wind, or maybe it begins with the spring singing of a starling, from this road a country road with no end in sight. where does the homeland begin, with windows burning in the distance, with my father’s old bottle bottle that we found somewhere in a closet, or maybe it

begins with the sound of carriage wheels. from the oath that you took to her in your heart in your youth, where does the homeland begin? the city above the free neva, the city of our glory,

the city of labor. listen, leningrad, i give you my heartfelt song, listen, leningrad, i give you my heartfelt song, friends passed here. my youth of kamsamol, my radiant land, with a young song, my peers walked next to me, my radiant land, with my young song, my peers walked next to me.

from this time of fire, wherever we meet you, old friends, i recognize you, bother. your youth, the song flies through the daylight, it falls asleep in the

working city, in the parks and gardens, the linden trees are rustling, kind nights, native leningrad, in parks and gardens. lipyshe flatter, good night, dear, leningrad, thank you. i love

you life, which in itself is not new, i love you life, i love you again again. in my soul the windows lit up, i’m tired from work , i love you, life, and i want you to become better, a lot has been given to me, the vastness of the earth and the plain of the sea, in no... cross, for a long time, selfless male friendship, in the ringing of each

day, how happy i am, that i have no peace, i have love, life, you know what it is, call even for... the day, how happy i am, that there is no peace for me, i have love, life, you know what it is, like a table and twilight, a kiss at dawn and the pinnacle of love, this is... a miracle, great children, again we will go through childhood, youth, train stations,

piers, there will be grandchildren, then everything will happen again from the beginning, oh, how the years fly by, we are sad and will notice our gray hair. you remember life, soldier, who will die defending you, so go to the face, in the trumpet sounds of the spring anthem, i love you, life, i hope that this is mutual, so to the face. bark and stay in the loud sounds spring anthem, i love you life, i hope

it's mutual.

120 million dollars, general motors - 100 million. without foreign money, the war would not have lasted 6 years. the great unknown war. no matter what anyone says today, we know for sure that our soviet people brought liberation to the peoples of europe and the german people, including from the nazi infection. film by andrei medvedev, today on rtr. this is for you, well,

did you get some sleep, gentlemen, just a moment, we have a big day today, a big holiday, dashing, we haven’t seen you for a long time, impudent, well you know, for every cool fighter he’ll find an even cooler one, you fell in love with them, but who ’s good for you, your wife or your boys, don’t ask? questions now, they are still loved, you are responsible for your words, i am always responsible for my words, a hero of my time, beauty, repin, the whole brigade, only on the platform we look. on the eve of trinity, we sing in this

studio about trees. i went to first grade in moldova and everyone there picked grapes, and sometimes instead of lessons. the first chords begin and the girl falls from the tree. even rustling noises in the garden are inaudible, everything is here froze until the morning, if you knew how dear to me, moscow evenings, if you knew

how dear to me, moscow evenings, the river moves and... where everything moves from lunar silver, a song is heard and not heard, in these quiet evening, the song is heard,

but not heard. why are you, dear, looking out of your braid, bowing your head low, it’s difficult to speak.

and the dawn is already becoming more and more noticeable, so please, be kind.

thank you, thank you. i walked around the world a lot, lived in dugouts, digs, in secret, was buried alive twice, lived in separation, loved in melancholy, but i am used to being proud of moscow, i repeated the words everywhere, my dear capital, for... my golden moscow, my good capital, my golden moscow, i love the groves near moscow, and the bridges

over your river, i love yours. the red square of the kremlin chimes fight in cities and distant villages, the rumors for you will not cease, my dear capital, my golden moscow, the notes are far away, but you are not the least. my dear capital, my golden moscow,

we will remember the harsh state, the gnashing of the cherry blossoms of the tank, and the hearts of the punzhe 28. the enemy will never achieve the most important thing with my son, so that your head is bowed, my dear capital, my golden moscow, the enemy will never be able to finish off your head. my golden capital, my golden capital, moscow,

thank you. the grove under the mountain was smoking, the sunset was burning with it, there were only three of us left, out of eighteen guys, like many of their friends, good ones... the harvest was left in the dark, near an unfamiliar village on a nameless height, near an unfamiliar village, on a nameless

height. the falling rocket glowed like a burnt out star. whoever has seen this at least once will never forget, he will never forget, will not forget, but you are furious, near an unfamiliar village at a nameless height. near an unfamiliar

village at a nameless height, the meszers circled above us, they were visible as if during the day, but we only became stronger friends. under cross artillery fire, and no matter how difficult it was, you were true to your dream, near an unfamiliar village on a nameless height, near an unfamiliar village on a nameless... at a height, i often dream about

those guys, friends of my war days, our dugout in three rolls, the pine burned over it, then again we stand with them on the fiery zertte near an unfamiliar village on a nameless height, near an unfamiliar village on a nameless height.

don't forget the terrible years. when the polish waters were boiling, the earth was drowning in the fury of fire, and

there was neither night nor day, we fought along the polga shores, divisions of enemies marched to the volga, but our great soldier survived, but the immortal stalingrad survived. let us bow to those great years, to those glorious commanders and soldiers and marshals of the country and privates, let us bow down to the dead. and to the living, to all those

who must not be forgotten, let us bow, let us bow, friends, with the whole world, with all the people, with all the earth, let us worship. but then the great battle, we closed a ring around the enemies, you flared with anger and... face, february , the russian shroud of snow, aimed, aimed for the enemy regiments, that great, my dear one is over, the world turns blue into the sky above you, above the eternal our mother river, over the glorious

soldier’s head, let us bow, to all those who must not be forgotten, let us bow, bow, friends, bow to the great darkness, those glorious commanders and

fighters. and the marshal of the country and the private, we bow to both the dead and the living, we are ready for everyone you can’t score, let’s bow, bow, friends. to all worlds, to all peoples, to the whole earth, let us bow down for that great battle, to all

worlds, to all people, to all the earth, the whole earth! thank you very much, now let’s sing together the main song, everyone’s favorite song: victory day!

victory day, how far it was from us, how a coal was melting in a fire, there were miles burnt in dust, we brought this day closer as best we could, this victory day disappeared in a heap, it’s a holiday.