Александр Дюмин - Мама

My sweet mother,
I don't scold you,
That me you so sooner,
Under law has already given.

We're with friends today, Oh mom,
In life different are entering,
So has passed imperceptibly
Golden time.

We're with friends today, Oh mom,
In life different are entering,
So has passed imperceptibly
Golden time.

Unfamiliar uncle, mother,
Roughly took the collar,
At night we were taught,
Like scrubbing floors.

And then for months, Oh mother,
Not allowed to freedom.
All know,
Like killing people.

And then for months, Oh mother,
Not allowed to freedom.
All know,
Like killing people.

It was in the spring,
Sometimes gold,
Three of our boys
From custody gone.

On the seventh kilometer, Oh mom,
Their dogs caught up,
Their soldiers tied,
The shot was taken.

On the seventh kilometer, Oh mom,
Their dogs caught up,
Their soldiers tied,
The shot was taken.

Put them to the wall,
Turned back,
Broke out in a volley of machine
And they fell.

And the corpses of the dead, Oh mother,
As for the rags junk,
Discharging machines,
Three soldiers passed.

And the corpses of the dead, Oh mother,
As for the rags junk,
Discharging machines,

Krasnopuzye passed.
Over the hill, over the cliff
Is a wooden cross.
His girl gently
Pressed to his chest.

Not in front of the icon, Oh mother,
A restricted area,
And on the tower looms,
Half-drunk security officer.

Not in front of the icon, Oh mother,
A restricted area,
And on the tower looms,
Half-drunk security officer