Текст песни Эдита Пьеха - Баллада о хлебе

Mom, you're far away, as if childhood
You still have not with me,
But I remember every cell of the heart -
You bread called & quot; & quot ;. saint

The bread which grandfathers raised
The sweat the rest of his years.
Saint France, Poland, Russia -
Bread, bread, bread ...

Bread underfoot, bread under his feet
Hurry people are silent
Four soldering lie blockade
In my city ...

We grew up cheerful, strong,
Not knowing the war days.
The sky over your blue, blue -
Bread is more important than bread.

People who survived the blockade
Can you look into my eyes?
Let them tell you what it means to sign
& quot; dangerous side & quot;