Dedication to T-34
It's the height of shyning thoughts
About victory in any war,
And the meaning dressed in metal
That we are the strongest in the world
These are the rules, where lies
Genius simplicity,
And the chief designer's life
Which was putinto this tank.
It's the cold of loud workshops,
And the machines/lathes under the open sky
Children with women near the machines/lathes
Men are on war long time ago.
And the paper of last rubles,
Saved in case of black day
And the shine of wedding rings
Which were removed by thousands of people.
And in headphone "Turn it on!"
And the order to break the defense,
Well, my dear, don't let me down,
And the acceleration to the full!
And the round's hit to the turret
And the radist's stare into nowhere
And a plywood star in a field,
And one hundred grams for dead guys.
And crushed sides of
All German steel animals,
And Moscow in the golden light,
Under victorious country's sky.
This is our shield and the sword
This is our direct speech
The way of survival for my people
In this furious world.
This is the glory of my country,
T-34!
It's a rye's golden crops
On the hills of battlefields
It's a monument near highway
With a single carnation in the barrel.
This is the path of young and powerful machines,
That are going forward,
Which takes the begining
From your Russian soul.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGmOrsmljY8
It's the height of shyning thoughts
About victory in any war,
And the meaning dressed in metal
That we are the strongest in the world
These are the rules, where lies
Genius simplicity,
And the chief designer's life
Which was putinto this tank.
It's the cold of loud workshops,
And the machines/lathes under the open sky
Children with women near the machines/lathes
Men are on war long time ago.
And the paper of last rubles,
Saved in case of black day
And the shine of wedding rings
Which were removed by thousands of people.
And in headphone "Turn it on!"
And the order to break the defense,
Well, my dear, don't let me down,
And the acceleration to the full!
And the round's hit to the turret
And the radist's stare into nowhere
And a plywood star in a field,
And one hundred grams for dead guys.
And crushed sides of
All German steel animals,
And Moscow in the golden light,
Under victorious country's sky.
This is our shield and the sword
This is our direct speech
The way of survival for my people
In this furious world.
It's the speed and the firepower,
It's the people stronger than armourThis is the glory of my country,
T-34!
It's a rye's golden crops
On the hills of battlefields
It's a monument near highway
With a single carnation in the barrel.
This is the path of young and powerful machines,
That are going forward,
Which takes the begining
From your Russian soul.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGmOrsmljY8
