Текст песни Людзі на балоце - Малітва жанчыны

God, for this war on us ? !
Just I have a child was born .
To no hurry to die , tell me !
God, the bullet its shores !

Sweet Vanya , Vanya loved .
Sweet Vanya , Vanya loved .

Only silence from the distant heavens.
Black and bitter , you, a woman's fate.
God, take away at least half of his life ,
But living Jahnke true!

Sweet Vanya , Vanya loved .
Sweet Vanya , Vanya loved .

Tears deaf prayers at night.
God , hope, give, do not be silent !
Or he is healthy and alive?
And if the dead I take away !

For sweet Yankee , Yankee favorite !
For sweet Yankee , Yankee favorite !