In the forest frontline


With birch inaudible, weightless,
Flies yellow leaf.
Old Waltz "Autumn Dream"
He plays the accordion.
Sighing, complaining, bass,
And, as if in a trance,
Sit and listen to the soldiers -
My comrades.

Under this waltz spring day
We went in a circle;
Under this waltz in the land of their own
We loved friends;
Under this waltz we caught
Eyes favorite light;
Under this waltz sadness that we,
When no girlfriend.

And here he is again sounded
In the woods near the front,
And everyone listened and dreamed
About something dear;
And every thought of his,
Remembering that spring.
And everyone knew - the road to it
It leads through war.

May the light and joy of previous meetings
We shine in this difficult hour.
And if the ground will have to lie down,
So it is only once.
But even death in the fire, the smoke
Fighters were not afraid,
And that is necessary to whom -
Let each make.

So what, my friends, since it's our turn,
So be strong steel!
Let our hearts are not freeze,
Do not tremble hand.
It was the turn, it's time has come -
Come on, friends, let's go.
For all that we lived yesterday,
For all that waiting for tomorrow.

With birch inaudible, weightless,
Flies yellow leaf.
Old Waltz "Autumn Dream"
He plays the accordion.
Sighing, complaining, bass,
And, as if in a trance,
Sit and listen to the soldiers -
comrades moi.1943