Текст песни Сборная Союза - Солдат без руки 2015

SOLDIERS WITHOUT HANDS

To his mother's home
From the far side
Returning soldier
The wounded from the war.
And the soldiers sat down, tired,
At Silver River,
Wind squeezed his sleeve
The one without a hand.

Pr. Duma bitter chest
At soldier hurts:
Who wants to love
Man without arms.

Houses assembled relatives.
Older veterans,
After drinking, began to blame
A soldier without arms:
"What are you, my grandson, failed
Order red to get?
Do you suppose, was dared to fight? "
A soldier in the silent response.

Pr. He took the accordion, but no hands
He pulled his tunic -
Let see the elderly,
Metin bullets.
Mother wept bitterly,
A soldier reached into his pocket,
And two of the Order of Stars
They went from hand to hand.

Duma bitter chest
At soldier hurts:
Who wants to love
Man without arms.