Dorozhen'ka


Winds, winds distant Dorozhen'ka,
Haze spreads over the horizon,
And this by far Dorozhen'ka
Following the sweet food I to the front.

It is increasingly more often, more often dream of me
How goes the battle with shelves and smoke ...
He rose, rushed I birds,
I sat down next to him.

Winds, winds away my Dorozhen'ka,
Outside the window becomes the dawn.
I'm alone, alone I stand at the poplars,
And pity the heart - wings net.1941