About the heroes of the old days ...

From the heroes of the old days
Sometimes there are no names left.
Those who accepted mortal combat
They became just earth, grass ...
Only their formidable valor
Settled in the hearts of the living.
This eternal fire, bequeathed to us by one,
We keep it in our chest.

Look at my fighters -
The whole world remembers them in person.
Here the battalion froze in line ...
I recognize old friends again.
Although they are not twenty-five,
The hard way they had to go
These are the ones who stood up as one with hostility,
Those who took Berlin!

There is no such family in Russia
Wherever your hero is not remembered.
And the eyes of young soldiers
They look from the photographs of the withered ...
This look is like the highest court
For the guys who are growing now.
And the boys can neither lie nor deceive,
Do not turn off the path!