Eh the Roads - WW2 - Eh, dorogi - The Roads lyrics - Photos World War 2

Eh the Roads - WW2 - Eh, dorogi - The Roads lyrics

Ah, the road ...
The dust and fog,
Cold, Alarm
Yes steppe weeds.
Knowing you can not
Its shares,
Maybe with folded wings
In the middle of the steppes.

Sweeps dust under the boots
steppes,
fields.
A circle of raging flames
Yes bullets whistle.

Ah, the road ...
The dust and fog,
Cold, Alarm
Yes steppe weeds.
The shot burst,
Raven circling:
Your friend in the weeds
Lying lifeless ...

And on the road racing,
dust,
club,
And the circle of the earth smokes
Foreign land.

The edge of a pine.
The sun rises.
At the steps of the native
Mother son awaits.

And endless paths
steppes,
fields
All of us look vosled
Mother's eyes.

Ah, the road ...
The dust and fog,
Cold, Alarm
Yes steppe weeds.
Is Snow, wind -
Recall friends!
We appreciate those
Forget impossible.

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