Sing, play, accordion


Train from Tambov
Hurtling through the fields,
Man young
He takes to the fights.

Chorus:
Sing, play, accordion,
Goes first platoon.
outermost track
Comrades calling.

Somewhere in the mist,
There, in the land of their own,
At the river meadow,
In a clearing house ...

Chorus.

Perhaps a long night
Devonka sleeps -
Rowan berry,
To her knocking on the window ...

Chorus.

Nothing, comrade
Honey, do not be sad -
To lodge the native
Again come the way.

Chorus.

Turn around, squeeze you
Sing, rifle platoon!
The bullet will not touch us,
Death will take us.

Chorus:
Sing, play, accordion,
Goes first platoon.
outermost track
Comrades calling.
1942