Мирное небо над крепостью Бреста, В тесной квартире...

Peaceful sky over the fortress of Brest,
In a cramped apartment, happy faces.
Waltz. The political instructor invites the bride
A brand new cube glitters on the buttonhole.

And outside the window, outside the window, the beauty of the new moon,
Weeping willows whisper with the Bug.
Forty-first year, early June.
Still alive, still alive
Still alive, everything, everything, everything.

Looks at Nevsky from the Utyosov poster,
"Volga, Volga" is in cinemas.
Again Kronstadt sees off the sailors:
Their training trip will not last long.

And behind the stern, behind the white night, meditation,
Seagulls circling over the Gulf of Finland.
Forty-first year, early June.
Still alive, still alive
Still alive, everything, everything, everything.

Past the facade of the Bolshoi Theater
Trams rush to rest, ringing.
In the tenth grade exams tomorrow,
The eternal flame near the Kremlin does not burn.

Everything is ahead, everything is still, everything is the day before ...
Twenty sunrises remained happy ...
Forty-first year, early June.
Still alive, still alive
Still alive, everything, everything, everything.

The pre-war waltz recalled a lot,
Waltz resurrected faces dear to us,
With whom the front road brought us,
From whom we had to part forever.

Years passed and again there was a quiet evening outside.
Friends are watching silently from the portraits.
In our memory today and forever
They are all alive, they are all alive
They are all alive, everything, everything ...

In our memory today and forever
They are all alive, they are all alive
They are all alive, everything, everything, everything!