is absorbed by fire.
Fire suffering of people,
Fire of artillery volleys;
Ruin of that war brought with itself,
About! – the Cruel people:
They take each other the field,
The brother kills the brother;
About! – People! As the tyrant is tough,
He is cruel to the people:
It is ruthless to them, to all,
Only gold of money recalculation;
There is no love beautiful creation, in it,
Only hunger in it:
This hunger is terrible it to people,
He the power is eager the power;
Hungry and heartless it,
It without warm creation:
And people? What they? Live,
In battle with the tyrant perish;
About people! How you were not lucky?
In battle of fratricidal war:
All of you are heroes of the people,
All of you are heroes of the country;
You are people of the people,
You are people of mother of the earth:
About the city
The city our native is beautiful,
It is fine and beautiful.
In it beauty of love of people,
In it our pride, it is our home.
Love, it is honored,
He is our hero, the hero – the soldier.
He won in battle – soldiers,
Also it was not overthrown, our hero.
My city, it is the blossoming garden,
My city, in it our sports group.
The team of soccer in it is,
In it our pride, our honor.
The flame of patriots burns here eternally,
That life was given in war cruel.
To brutal that war,
That memories on eyelids – at the people.
Do not forget that immortal feat,
That was recently, was long ago.
That life was given by the immortal soldier,
What we on a vein are fated to remember.
In it beauty, in it streets are beautiful,
Here the park beautiful is.
There is a purity, here the house our clear,
Rest souls – my home.
Open spaces here – steppes far,
Open spaces here – love big.
There are immense open spaces,
Here house of the people, our home.
About season
The fall at sunset is fine summer,
The fall a wind rustle is fine.
It is fine and loved,
Rest and silence, rest and silence.
In a sunlight decline,
Everything withers, everything burns.
Leaves are fine fall down,
They lands to us cover a carpet.
Trees rustle, fall down leaves,
The stream – the prankish, the small child rustles.
He runs quickly on the steppe far,
It rustles in a distance of the steppe wide.
Here night, continuous silence,
Nights, its calm rustles.
The haze in calm deep is fine,
The haze, rest and silence is fine.
Only the calm and a smooth surface – rustles a grass,
Rest and silence, harmony and joy.
Love fine pacification,
Love of fine silence – rest.
The fall in the twilight of summer is fine,
The fall is fine, foliage rustles.
Also falls down fine yellow a blanket,
The earth is covered with a fine blanket.
About war
Year the forty first came,
War, came war.
To our house it knocked,
And all whom could visors.
We engaged, in fight cruel,
Bloody fight, deadly fight.
We fought to death,
For our home.
The suffering and hunger expected us,
In that war, cruel unvarnished.
Bloody – the scarlet blood sprinkled
Tears – swear at lands.
We fought to death, up to the end
We had a Siege of Leningrad.
But we did not give up on favor to the enemy,
We overcame it in the forty fifth year.
Victory! Everything, end to war,
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