Viktor Reznov все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

My father was a musician in Stalingrad. During the German occupation tha sound of his violin filled the air with a magnificent music - Korsakov, Stasov - many of great nationalist composers. To my countrymen it was a symbol of hope. For Germans it was a symbol of defiance. Even now his music still haunts me...The Nazis slit his throat while he slept. Collaborating with any Nazi is a betrayal, a betrayal against the whole of Mother Russia. Dragovich and Kravchenko were not troubled by such matters. They looked only to advance their own interests and agendas.
The man and I have fought through the most bitter of winters on the Eastern front. We were no strangers to cold, but even now the blood in my veins chills when I think back to the events of that day, far...far from home.
Dmitry Petrenko was one of the bravest men I have ever known. He fought by my side from the siege of Stalingrad to the fall of Berlin. The wounds he sustained ensured that our victory should have...