09.10.2021
You survived, the soldier
Years have passed, the fights are over,Your painful wounds have stopped aching,
But being faithful to the bravery of long ago years,
You are standing and remaining silent by the saint fire.
You survived, the soldier, though you've died a hundred times,
Though you buried the comrades and fought to death,
Why have you stood still? You put the palm on the heart,
And the Eternal Flame is splashing in the eyes, like in brooks.
They say, that a soldier doesn't cry,
A soldier is a soldier,
And that the old wounds ache in bad weather,
But it was sunny yesterday, and it's sunny in the morning,
Why are you crying, the soldier, by the saint fire?
You survived, the soldier, though you've died a hundred times,
Though you buried the comrades and fought to death,
Why have you stood still? You put the palm on the heart,
And the Eternal Flame is splashing in the eyes, like in brooks.
Look, the soldier, it's your youth,
The sons are standing at the soldier's grave.
So, what are you thinking, the old soldier?
May be the heart is on fire, may be the wounds are aching.
You survived, the soldier, though you've died a hundred times,
Though you buried the comrades and fought to death,
Why have you stood still? You put the palm on the heart,
And the Eternal Flame is splashing in the eyes, like in brooks.
And the Eternal Flame is splashing in the eyes, like in brooks.