Song: I remember

My town in the frozen region, but very soon and then the sky will explode fireworks
Imagine how the soldiers in the trenches singing softly speak: "Thank you, I remember."

Rations of the siege, the dust, the blisters from the shovel and drew trenches shield under the snow.
Moscow - Berlin, the direction is set to lose everything and everyone, this is not a dispute about the views.

The grid roads are broken, in the grass flattened, very often wounded on the ground, craters from shells,
In the dew-drenched trees under cannonading ever lay a heavy trail of a nameless soldier.