The second one.
Named "Come on, for..."
It's about war too, the World War II and the recent Caucasus war.
The sky is closed with dark storm clouds,
nerves are strained as a guitar string.
Rain is druming all the day,
Stiffened time seems to be an eternity.
We attack in all directions,
tanks, infantry, fire of artillery.
They kill us, but we survive,
and again we throw ourselves into attack.
Come on, for life! Come on, brother, till the end!
Come on, for those who were with us that time.
Come on for life! Curse war!
Let's commemorate those who were with us that time...
The sky above us with dark lead clouds
is creeping low as torn mists.
I want to believe that everything is already over -
Just let my wounded friend survive!..
My brother, hold on, don't die yet,
You'll yet live long and happily,
We'll dance at your marriage,
You'll throw up into the sky your children.
Come on, hold on to life, brother, till the end!
Come on, for those who are waiting for you at home.
Come on for life! Curse war!
Come on, for those who are waiting for you at home.
Come on, for them, come on, for us,
and for Siberia, and for Caucasus,
for the light of far cities,
and for friends, and for love.
Come on, for you, come on, for us,
and for landing forces, and for special forces,
Let's raise our glasses for battle orders, old chap.
In an old album I've found some photos
of my grandfather, he was a commander of the Red Army,
"For my son to remember - Berlin of 1945", -
of the century that has gone to memories...
The smell of non-mowed grass at dawn,
Moans of the ground ploughed up by bombing,
A pair of soldier boots trampled
by new soldiers, by old soldiers...
Come on, for life!..
Come on, for those!..
Come on, for life!..
Let's commemorate those who were with us!..