Dreaming young soldiers


The breeze went over the valley,
He whispered with wild grass.
Quietly listening to the song of the nightingale,
Dreaming young soldiers.

Oh, you, the wind, the rest does not know,
Mchis where there is me now,
And girlfriend, spring recalls
Give my greetings to the soldier!

Oh you beautiful May night,
Nightingale night in the garden.
Oh you, eyes radiant, clear,
You will not find better!

Rustled breeze flying away,
I bid farewell to the forest herbs.
About love, never burns
Dreaming young soldier! 1952