Sometime you have to know how to die
for the honor of a name written in blood
on a long wall bathered in white light .
You know Volodia ? You have to learn how to live,
to know how to die ...
Why so hard is the burden of duty ...?
I\'ll meet you my joyful comrades at the Pavlov house !
We\'ll smoke a tough tobacco washed down with vodka !
The accordion will make us dance !
Laughing and crying at the same time ! Hurrah !
we\'ll talk about ou loves and horses
sowing and harvest time,
do you remember Volodia ?
Our boys as strong as birches
and women silent at the face of men\'s madness...
At the Barmaley fountain ,
children playing again
in the freshness of happy tears ...
At univermag I\'ll be stocking up for tomorrow
and also some dreams for an after life ...
We will meet again my comrades !
You,Ivan the dreamer, and you,the funny Boris ...
Do you know Volodia that even
the little father of the peoples
will be taking part ?
We\'ll be there together my brothers and comrades
when the flight of geese will return ...
We knew how to die for a name engraved
in the skin of eternity and a medal of sky...
But the sons will return to battle ,
this harsh law of duty ...
For such is the fate of the shadows
in the Pavlov house ...