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56 lines
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In the forest frontline
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With birch inaudible, weightless,
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Flies yellow leaf.
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Old Waltz "Autumn Dream"
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He plays the accordion.
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Sighing, complaining, bass,
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And, as if in a trance,
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Sit and listen to the soldiers -
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My comrades.
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Under this waltz spring day
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We went in a circle;
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Under this waltz in the land of their own
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We loved friends;
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Under this waltz we caught
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Eyes favorite light;
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Under this waltz sadness that we,
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When no girlfriend.
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And here he is again sounded
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In the woods near the front,
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And everyone listened and dreamed
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About something dear;
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And every thought of his,
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Remembering that spring.
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And everyone knew - the road to it
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It leads through war.
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May the light and joy of previous meetings
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We shine in this difficult hour.
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And if the ground will have to lie down,
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So it is only once.
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But even death in the fire, the smoke
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Fighters were not afraid,
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And that is necessary to whom -
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Let each make.
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So what, my friends, since it's our turn,
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So be strong steel!
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Let our hearts are not freeze,
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Do not tremble hand.
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It was the turn, it's time has come -
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Come on, friends, let's go.
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For all that we lived yesterday,
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For all that waiting for tomorrow.
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With birch inaudible, weightless,
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Flies yellow leaf.
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Old Waltz "Autumn Dream"
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He plays the accordion.
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Sighing, complaining, bass,
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And, as if in a trance,
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Sit and listen to the soldiers -
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comrades moi.1943 |