Long-range guns are silent


Long-range guns are silent,
Volleys have not heard.
What am I calm nights
Dream disturbing dreams?
Lightning split the sky,
Flames in the horizon.
Our military youth -
Northwest front.

Where are these guys beardless,
Who in the forty-first year
Somewhere near Staraya Russa
We froze on the ice.
Who in the heat and cold
We walked doggedly forward.
Our military youth -
Northwest front.

Slava soldier povit
Since the dawn of days,
Earth, fought repulsed,
We loved stronger.
Grove, dressed in gold,
Rivers, passed wade.
Our military youth -
Northwest front.

Long-range guns are silent,
Volleys have not heard.
What am I calm nights
Dream disturbing dreams?
Lightning split the sky,
Flames in the horizon.
Our military youth -
Northwest front.