Far, far beyond the snow


Far, far beyond the snow,
For a quiet river birch
There is a maiden with the likes of such eyes,
My clouded mind.


Bombs were exploding, and cannon thundered,
Showered with shards rain,
But his eyes turned blue, chenille,
Govoroli inaudibly, "we are waiting for" ...

I do not argue with the fate of the military,
But when I get back home,
Surely that same meeting,
What confused the soldier's mind.

The road from thousands learn
I remember the family traits.
They say that if a long time dream, wish,
Our dreams come true ... 1947