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War
They’re drawing tanks, they draw the rockets The album pages being filled With missiles yellow like pears
You will hear loud and clear a dread and mournful knell Buchenvald gives warning to the planet with its tolling bell, with its tolling bell ‘Tis the tortured voice of Nazi victims, ‘Tis the living message of the slain from the dust and ashes resurrected they rise up again, they rise up again Death defying, death defying They rise up again
Our yards became quiet and calm Our boys stopped their games, they became adults Way before their time, way before We could hardly see them just to wave our hands Our boys became soldiers and left Farewell, our boys, goodbye, our boys Try to do everything to come back Don’t hide, please be tall and be very brave Don’t spare grenades, bullets too. Farewell, our boys, goodbye, our boys Try to do everything to come back
Sunset was burning right along We were left only three soldiers Out of eighteen of our squad Many of them, our friends and comrades Are left in darkness to lay still By town that remains unknown On hill that doesn’t have a name
Only bullets are whistling in steppe Only wind’s humming song in the wires Stars are glistening dimly In this dark night You, beloved, I know, don’t sleep You are sitting by crib of our child And you’re wiping your tears Death doesn’t scare I have met it in battles not once And at this time it is hovering over my head You wait for me You’re nit sleeping by crib of our child And I know that nothing too bad Comes to me, nothing happens
Get up for mortal fight With fascist darkest enemy With cursed and horrid hordes Let wrath, your noble honest wrath Boil like the tidal wave The war is going on and on The sacred people’s war
Grey blanket over all You can make just two steps And there’s war behind the fog Fight and battles go on In which we are not involved Cause the fog prevents us from the flying We’re air workers, fighters of the war.
You pulled me out of the field My friend, we did survive that blow Last time we did remain alive. And for the rest of our lives It’ll be enough of deeds and glory Defeating bloody horrid foe Enough for rest of our lives
And the snows do lay between us It is hard coming to you for me But to death I just have several steps Sing, accordion, in spite the snow Calling happiness that’s now lost In cold dugout I’m feeling warm From you radiant undimming love
Go, ask the calm on plain and shore The wide expanse of field and lea The birches and the poplar tree The soldiers who once fought abreast And near the birches lie at rest Their sons will answer by the score Ask them if Russians are Ask them if Russians are Ask them if Russians are for war.
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