victorious forty-fifth, and now a song to the words of a fellow countryman will be performed by sergei chuikovnored artist of the luhansk people's republic in february of this year. sergei volunteered to go to the front. and today he does not salt. harmony a soldier of the 123rd people's regiment militia of the dpr, you are the mercy of the grove for the king, and the sunset burned with it. only three. of the 18 trees, how many of their good friends to keep are left in the dark. in an unfamiliar village on a nameless height in an unfamiliar donkey on a nameless height a falling rocket shone when a burning star, whoever wants once and saw it will not forget, he will never forget will never forget. well , an unfamiliar village on a nameless height near an unfamiliar village on a nameless height. they were visible, only stronger we were friends. under the cross fire and no matter how hard it was for you was true to his dream. in an unfamiliar village on a nameless height at an unfamiliar village on a nameless height. all the guys friends of my war days dugout our three reels pine burnt over it, a

victorious forty-fifth and now the song to the words of a fellow countryman will be performed by sergei chuikov, honored artist of the luhansk people's republic in february of this year. sergei volunteered to go to the front. and today he does not salt. harmony and a serviceman of the 123rd people's militia regiment of the dpr you are the mercy of the grove under the mountain and the sunset burned with it. only three out of 18. in an unfamiliar village on the nameless ones, a falling rocket shone cleanly. when a burning star, whoever wants to once saw it, he will never forget it will not forget will not forget the unfamiliar village on a nameless height. you could see them circling, as if during the day, but we became friends only stronger. under the cross orthogonal fire and how to be difficult does not happen. outside the familiar village on a nameless height by an unfamiliar village on a nameless height. and all the guys often dream, friends of my military are not. our dugout is three punished by a pine tree that burned down over it, as if unfamiliar. in an unfamiliar village on a nameless h

soloist of the donetsk theater margarita lisevina, honored artist of the luhansk people's republic sergey chuikovw he is a serviceman who came to us here directly from the front line and honored artist of russia representative of bashkortostan askar abdrazakov will agree. what an amazing geography and the choir will perform with them academic song and dance ensemble of the national guard troops of the russian federation under the direction of its artistic director , major general of the internal service viktor eliseev meet no birds sing here. trees do not grow, and only we grow shoulder to shoulder into the ground here. the planet is burning and spinning over our homeland, smoke from the night of jesus christ you are my christ, as soon as the battle died down, another order sounds and the postman will come down from umar looking for us. the red rocket takes off, the machine gun hits tirelessly. the victory of all we fall asleep. each the concert itself continues here is some news. let's return to the information space with some news that came, including those marked urgently, let's tell. of cours

after the vremya program, the soloist of the luhansk philharmonic , honored artist of the lpr sergei chuikov cannot help but drink. i know, that you sang a song called thank you for the memory, the descendants of those guys who liberate our defending our motherland, we made a video for this song. our editors. let's see. we have been alive from time to time. we were big as time. now we are in the legends of glorious days. now we are in granite and bronze. now we are in prose now. we are in silence we are in silence we are in the silence of gravestones, but you continue our consolation glory is our glory is our glory and us in vain we laughed at death. no wonder our tears. not in vain our songs our songs our songs and cool. together, sergey is now undergoing partial mobilization in our country, and i will ask you to turn to those people who are few of them, but do not exist, who doubt or want to avoid running away somewhere, what would you tell them, you know, i just looked clip. i first time this song. sang near the pit in krasnodon tell me, what should one be , who should be a guardsman, yes

the soloist of the luhansk philharmonic, honored artist of the lpr sergey chuikov is visiting us in theideo for this song our editors. let's see. we have been alive from time to time. we were big as time. now we are in legends glorified to her. now we are in granite and bronze. now we are in poems and in prose now. we are in silence. we are silent, we are in the silence of gravestones , the consolation of our glory, our glory, our glory, christ and glue. what are you not in vain? now our country is undergoing partial mobilization, and i will ask you to turn to those people who are few in number, but they exist, who doubt and want to avoid running away somewhere, so that you tell them, you know, i just watched the video. this is the first time i have this song. sang near the pit in krasnodon tell me what you need to be, who you need to be, yes, who you need to be, to torture, torture children and throw them alive into the closet. so for those who are afraid of mobilization. we can say that the descendants. these people are already standing at your door with a gun. and they go to drink th