Strong and courageous heads laid down in the field in battle

... Who will follow the lone trail?
Strong and courageous heads laid down in the field in battle.
Few remained in blessed memory,
In a sober mind and with a firm hand in the ranks, in the ranks.
My sun - look at me
My hand turned into a fist
And if there is gunpowder - give fire.
Like this ... " (c) "Cuckoo"

No one sings this song of Viktor Tsoi better than Olga.