Enemies have burnt native hut


Enemies have burnt native hut
Ruined his whole family
Where will now go to the soldier
To carry your sadness
Soldiers went in deep sorrow
At the intersection of two roads
Soldiers found a wide field
Grass overgrown hillock
It is the soldier, and like lumps
Stuck in his throat
said the soldier
Meet Praskovja
The hero of her husband
Prepare refreshments for guests
Cover with a table in the house
The day your holiday one will return
To you I come to celebrate
No one soldier did not answer
No it is not met
It was only a warm summer evening
Grass gravestone rocked
Sighed the soldiers straightened belt
He opened his bag camp
Bitter bottle set
On the gray stone coffin
Do not blame me Praskovja
What I have come to you so
I wanted to drink the health of
And to drink for the dead
Will meet again friends girlfriend
But we do not come together forever
And the soldiers drank from a copper mug
Wine with grief in half
He saw a soldier servant of the people
And with a heavy heart told
I walked over to you four years
I won three powers
Becoming exhilarated soldiers tear rolled
Tear Lost Dreams
And on his chest shone
Medal of Budapest
Medal of the city Budapesht1960