Текст песни Победа - Победа

Feasted the sunset, dawned
Blazed in the face of a drunken enemy.
From native land to the seventh heaven
The Victory sounded fiercely and loudly

The feast of the sunset, the dawn was dying,
The pain receded. Scarlet drops
Fell from the cross, and the dead mouth
Proudly and stubbornly whispered "Victory" ...

Become full-length - but no more legs.
Clutch a palm into a fist - but there is nothing to squeeze.
No more words, no more than us
Only one thing left in the world - "Victory" ...

Our victory ...