come on, come on, opa, sit down shurka conservatory, valechka karasik. remember everyone by name with grief, let's remember our own, this is not necessary for the dead. it needs to be alive. are children born for death? motherland, did you want our death? motherland, the flame hit the sky, do you remember the motherland quietly, said, stand up to help the motherland of glory nobody. you didn’t beg your motherland , you just had a choice. everyone has me or the motherland oh, why are you leaving the red sun, you don’t say goodbye. ouch, why from the war, the joyless son does not return from trouble, i will help you out, i will fly the eagles. quickly, respond, my little blood, the only one. one day we will disturb you in a dream over the fields of our voices. we have forgotten how the flowers smell, how the poplars rustle, we have forgotten the earth, what it has become. the earth how the birds sing on the ground, without us, like cherries bloom on the ground. without us, how the river brightens and clouds fly over us without us. remember through the cent