But it's not that friends


For peaceful Charco long nights
You I could tell,
Like a bullet whistles and rumbles like a bomb -
But it's not that, my friends!

And the fact that among the roar and flame of battle
Always live in our hearts
Relatives, friends and all that expensive,
What people call the homeland.

Perhaps to this story, the girls,
I would add particular
And the fact that it is sometimes scary -
But it's not that, my friends!

And that at the front to fight the enemies,
Cherished songs are sung,
And the letter read, and even laugh
From the death of ten minutes.

It happens sometimes, girls, vzgrustnetsya,
Will pull in their homes.
And the song is interrupted, and the heart becomes clogged -
But it's not that, my friends!

And that under the roof of your house
It is pleasant and joyful to us,
What to visit, it seemed we were strangers,
But it turned out, in fact - to druzyam.1944