Lyudmila Zykina - Beketovka - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The raspberry dawn spills behind the Volga, and silence has been on the gentle slopes ... A lot of winters have passed, many years have passed since the war died here. Chorus: above the beams of deep, above the crests of heights, peaceful earth breathes peace. And somewhere under Beketovka-the soldiers' edges, where my youth was scorched! Beketing, Beketovka, what a blue is in the sky, as if there were no circles of fights ... and only silver, prejudge wormwood grows on our righteous blood. Chorus. The old trenches are silent, the funnel wiped the trace, the fragments are not visible in the chest of the fields. And the hearty raspberry dawn warms the heart, the sway of the memory of my youth.