Woods-rolls


Copses, rolls ...
Native land!
On the teachings of the soldiers were
At noon, in the heat.
And the forests and fields
Distance to go ...
Stood a girl with flowers
On a way.

You, young men,
Way far.
Stay for a while, dear,
At least an hour!
And happily and richly
We are living,
Plenty of space soldiers
At the table!

And they said to the soldiers here
They answered:
- Today time, native.
Simply no!
We accept the invitation:
We will come
After a year of learning
Evening.

Copses, rolls ...
Native land!
We came with the teachings of the soldiers
In his camp.
Passed, recalled
Along the way,
As the girls invited
Pogostit.1949