Текст песни Тамара Гварцетели - Дети войны

Children of War
 Look to the sky sore eyes
 Children of War
 In the heart of a small mountain bottomless
 At the heart is like a desperate thunder
 Leningrad booming metronome
 Incessant booming metronome

 Children of War
 Jammed in the van open
 Children of War
 Toys buried dead
 Never forget I can not
 Crumbs of bread on the white snow
 Crumbs of bread on the white snow

 Swirl fire black raven
 Unexpectedly bumped trouble
 We scattered in all directions
 From childhood we are separated forever

 Children of War
 In the camps in villages of log
 Children of War
 Lulls us good women
 I will remember the Thousand Days
 Hands Russian foreign mothers
 Hands Russian foreign mothers

 Blanketed eyes night pitch
 Ash was falling again and again
 But salvation and hope
 We have always been Motherland

 Children of War
 Became older we own memory
 Our sons
 This terrible war who had not seen
 Let people be happy
 World of their home
 That it might be the world

 Let people be happy
 World of their home
 That it might be the world