in the silence of the air, the winds fell asleep, and the young are not up to sleep until the morning in the silence of the lips in the silence of fate and bow to the grandfather for the victory, far away fear and war is silence. i miss you so much my world, grandfather in the kitchen, our conversations with my mother in a mining helmet, bright lights, fishing, volkov mini toys, your old new dude and our favorite garden on dusty points of the closet the smell of your awards for each order , a medal for each the star of victory of death. here you will set the heroes in peace. it's hard to remember the terrible war , we are already experiencing spring, the sun, the world is shining because of new

words and wife you and i in response, silence in the stars. silence, the streets in the silence of the air, the winds fell asleep about the young until the morning not before sleep in the silence of the lips in the silence of fate and bow to the grandfather for the victory, far away fear and war silence, if not for his victories, the light that came through the fiery dawn of clouds and steel, if it weren’t for my text, the black-and-white hall and keep the fire of the war years, everyone threw it be quiet, wife,

you and i are in silence, hands from the hand of the heart in music, the sounds are pure and until morning. sleep calmly strange, it's hard in the sky of mother-of-pearl stars, silence in the sky sunny morning for every dawn. thank you. you are not the air, the winds fell asleep, and the young do not sleep until the morning. not lips in the silence of fate and a bow to grandfather for victory, far away fear and war silence far away fear and

war silence for every dawn. thanks grandfather. silence silence for every dawn thanks grandfather silence

feather vokzalny sounds an accordion laughter tobacco screams crying throughout the country. let's sit down on the path, after all, today we are leaving for the war. well, goodbye, it's time to

say goodbye. tomorrow i will be only 18, and today i am leaving for the war, i will be lying for mine today i'm leaving for the war, the teacher, the school neighbor, the historian, a whole point and is silent. embracing the wife of everything. the city, and today he is leaving for war, he is only 40 in july, and today he is leaving for war past the clearing, there

are birds flying words know, i will return, victory will just wait and believe me, only i am leaving to fight for the whole fatherland and for russia, but i will return . wait for me, mother , your son. as soon as i leave to fight for the whole fatherland and for russia, then i will return, wait for me well done fight only and he fought as a military commissar severe even in the civil war. he exchanged his seventh decade, but today he pizza rides for country pen. the railway station sounds an accordion, the laughter of a little dog. let's sit down on the

path, after all, today we are leaving for the war. let 's sit down on the path, after all, today we are leaving for the war, it is worth the fields. words fly know, i will return, victory will just wait and believe me, only i am leaving to fight for the whole fatherland and for russia, but i will return. mom, wait for me, your son kolka. i'm leaving smiling for the whole fatherland and for my russia i will return. mom, wait for me, only your son, but i'll be back. you, wait,

dear, your husband is only, but i'll be back. wait. hands of the wind only. an endless enemy is moving to russia, and at least the transition cut him to

those who do not calm down. all of them, as it were, we will answer, courtesy will be performed by kulikov and they hurt, yes, they are all wonderful, like the russian imperial land who are the russians? the russians are russian, and we walk, and we dance. and if we sit badly, we grieve, well, if the country needs it, we leave life in the war, be proud, this is our talent for the world, the

country of tchaikovsky's trepin, be proud, beaten up and drive pushkin vysotsky and if it passes along the avenues of moscow to the narrow streets, everything is here wake up, history and understand. who are russians? who are the golden fighting russ? such are the world russians russian. i not wanting to live on four ready to fight, but happiness is in the world and we are in the world. yes, and we will give birth to new ones in our country. with you heart

spirit. severe petra will be in honor of the extreme romance in our earthly laws that we need the heroes of our native country. russians, maybe it's you who will glorify me our russian name. look how the stars of doctors are above us. for dim they remember how the

city stood on death and the narrow battle. you choose themselves, as a voice of steel, are narrow, but do not wake up, you bear, so as not to know who the russians are alleluia and we are dancing. and if we sit badly, i give it. and if the country needs it, we leave life in the war, they want to live in peace, they are ready to fight, but happiness will die, and we will be at peace in our country. we will give birth to new guys everywhere and everyone who we are we are russians. hey

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my country my destiny my dream my war, my love my spring and i am a wall. the country of soldiers was so much like back for a friend for a brother, and each of his lights to start and each of his raises fires for you, as in my darkness. me again i take a step. i raise my flag through the evil winds

of anxiety and disbelief in the kingdom. in this fight, i'm building. i believe in my truth and raise my plan for the state. i raise my plan, my land, my moscow, is the kremlin's star, here is a city, the fields are kept by the father, my blood glory to live the sons of victories,

i make the wrong russian sign sleep. i raise my plan, the lord is evil, the winds of anxiety are unbelievable. in this fight. i stand, i really believe my own and raise my flag of my court. i raise my plan. and each raises his own. lad and our souls and son

detskostry, as in darkness, my family, we again take a step, we raise, found through the evil winds of the anxiety of unbelief, we are building my kingdom. we believe in our truth and we are raising, we have found our gas, we are rising.

no one, of course, except us at any time and weather, day and hour, we are real and against and in danger. we will leave sadness on the ground right in the wing and,

smiling, dissolved in ourselves throughout the country, all over the earth on land in the sky and water, a hundred collapses are not needed by everyone who bb stop, the hail is not needed by those who serve the airborne forces mountain day, which, having corrected axel we are all heavenly homeland weight we are sad. we put june on the silver wing in our souls,

we will dissolve into blue in the whole country. listen in the sky and in the water socrates. i need those who serve, introduced those who serve. on this day, let's raise the commander to what for everyone who was with us, who won? who did not live, who did not compare honor to the motherland by faith, who loved the strength of the blue berets? well, then only with you with your hearts applause voices. go.

we will leave our breasts on the silver wing, the synergy will dissolve throughout the country, throughout the earth, listen to us in heaven and water a hundred keeps those who serve the airborne forces throughout the country, throughout the earth. we are better in the sky and water , but those who serve are not needed, let's raise the explosives, brother for those who serve. yes,

yes, yes yes yes, yes the infantry of someone's arrows will disperse tomorrow to the fatherland to serve as wigs. why talk who mountains?

the earth will wait where god is our light, dear heart light in the morning a rose and your eyes will return. after passing, see isram. let the ocean keep you in love with the morflot of a week-long campaign, there is such work to faithfully serve the motherland, our bearing is not empty, combat duty, and the stormy sea storms the awards and ranks are not the same for the citizen

, there you will not meet the beauties of real men here, the russian military ocean. and beyond the horizon, the earth is waiting, where the windows are light, dear, to the heart, the morning throws light and your eyes will return after going through the inside. may love keep you.

and beyond the horizon awaits the earth?

dream at dawn everyone is born with the idea to reach heaven and you and i now, as at all times. nothing is a pity, nishtyakov not once, if for a dream, if everything goes, nothing is a pity, no fire, not evil, if for a dream,

if for a fierce one, that someone will get tired of yours. and endless words will give a happy distance. just trust that someone in the neighboring ranks. also for this peak for this medal chorus of all nothing to be sorry for, gentle cop. not once. if for a dream, if you lose everything, nothing is a pity, and fire is not evil, if the king, if

you would like to remain different. maybe he just wanted to live and have a free summer. you know, there is always a chance in life to stay. eyes hands hearts sing nothing if

everything i see nothing and not a word of fire, if for a dream, if in the hall. if everything is wrong. and not in the morning.