@LENGL Ot geroev byilyih vremen Ne ostalos poroy imen Te kto prinyali smertnyiy boy Stali prosto zemley travoy Tolko groznaya doblest ih Poselilas v serdtsah zhivyih Etot vechnyiy ogon Nam zaveschano odnim Myi v grudi hranim@TNeizvesnyiy@TR. Hozak, V. Zlatoustovskiy@TFantik ([email protected])@LRUS Ot geroev byilyih vremen Ne ostalos poroy imen Te kto prinyali smertnyiy boy Stali prosto zemley travoy Tolko groznaya doblest ih Poselilas v serdtsah zhivyih Etot vechnyiy ogon Nam zaveschano odnim Myi v grudi hranim
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Net v Rossii semi takoy Gde b ne pamyaten byil svoy geroy I glaza molodyih soldat S fotografiy uvyadshih glyadyat Etot vzglyad slovno vyisshiy sud Dlya rebyat chto seychas rostut I malchishkam nelzya Ne solgat ne obmanut I s puti svernut
