On the Hills of Manchuria


Pales fire
Hills covered with mist.
The gentle sounds of the old Waltz
Gently lead accordion.

With music in the way,
He recalled the hero soldiers
Dew, birch, blond braids
Girl's cute look.

Where are now waiting for us,
Meadow in the evening hour,
With the strictest Impatiens
We danced this waltz.

PM visits the timid
Long gone and disappeared into the darkness ...
Sleeping under the moon Manchurian hills
The powder smoke.

we have saved
The glory of his native land.
In the battles we are violent in the East
Hundreds of roads have been.

But also in a fight,
In the distant foreign land,
I remember in the bright sadness
Homeland we own.

It is far, far away
At that moment, from the lights.
In the gloomy night of Manchuria
Swim out to it clouds.

In a dark space,
By night lakes
Lighter than a bird, above borders,
Above the Siberian mountains.

Leaving the edge of a gloomy,
Fly us into a joyful path
All our warmest thoughts,
Our love and sadness.

Pales fire
Hills covered with mist.
The gentle sounds of the old Waltz
Gently lead bayan.1945