Spark


Girl on position
Accompanied fighter
Just dark night
On the steps of the porch.
And while the mist
Could see the boy,
On the window on the maiden
Everything was burning flame.

Man met nice
Frontline family
Everywhere there were comrades,
Everywhere there were friends,
But the familiar street
He could not forget:
"Where are you, my dear girl,
Where are you, my flame? "

And Distant friend
The guy sends news,
That love her maiden
Will never die.
All that has been put forth
All executed in the period -
Do not go out without time
Golden flame.

And it becomes joy
On the soul of a fighter
From such a good,
From her letter.
And the hated enemy
Tight beats the boy
For the beloved Motherland,
For native flame. 1944