Текст песни Гражданская Оборона - Победа

Feasted the sunset, the dawn burned out
Blazed in the face of a drunken enemy.
From native land to the seventh heaven
Furiously and loudly sounded: "Victory!"

Feasted on the sunset, dying the dying
The pain receded. Scarlet drops
Fell from the cross, and dead mouth
Proudly and stubbornly whispered "Victory" ...

To stand upright - 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 ...
Our Victory ...
Our Victory ...